 | 1839 - 510 pagine
...the hunted hare — So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless...every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant bills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 372 pagine
...the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the oold we flew. And not a voice was idle ; with the din, Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag 7 ',/•'/./' like iron ; while tlie distant hills Into the Umnih sent an alien sound Of melancholy... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 pagine
...especially to the lines, " So through the darkness and the cold we new, And not a vnice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless...the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unuoliced. while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the welt The orange sky of evening... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 414 pagine
...imitative of the chase, And woodland pleasures." What follows is extremely beautiful:— " With the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." The lines distinguished by italics possess a grace similar to that which I pointed out in a previous... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 426 pagine
...pleasures." What follows is extremely beautiful : — " With the din Meanwhile the precipices Jang aloud ; The leafless trees, and every icy crag, Tinkled...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." The lines distinguished by italics possess a grace similar to that which I pointed out in a previous... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pagine
...every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far-distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound l If melancholy, not unnoticed while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange iky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired I ntn a silent bay, or sportively (... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pagine
...hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle: with t he din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far-distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed while the stars,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pagine
...precipices rang aloud ; The lenflefiH trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while tho disant hill» Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the elan Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away." Or to the... | |
 | 856 pagine
...emblem of his own unfruitful life." And in a fine passage of this very poem already referred to, •• the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." — p. 21. And again : " An auxiliar light Came from my mind, which on the setting sun Bestowed new... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 376 pagine
...especially to the lines " So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." Or to the poem on THE GREEN LINNET, vol. i., p. 244.40 What can be more accurate yet more lovely than... | |
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And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were... 
