 Than kings or pontiffs ; when, such reverence The poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, ** Crying aloud, " Hence to the distant hills ! TASSO approaches ; he, whose song beguiles The day of half its hours ;...  The Yale Literary Magazine - Page 3541842Full view - About this book
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 pages
...such reverence The Poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, Crying aloud, • Hence to the distant hills ! Tasso...whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest- g lades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armoury, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence, nor... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - Bridges - 1830 - 318 pages
...such reverence The Poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, Crying aloud, " Hence to the distant hills ! TASSO...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armoury, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 pages
...such reverence The Poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bode to spare, Crying aloud, " Hence to the distant hills ! Tasso...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists lhat blaze with gorgeous armory, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 pages
...wilds, Л voice was heard, that never bade to spare. Crying aloud, " Heneo to the distant hills ! Tesso approaches ; he, whose song beguiles The day of half...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armory, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - Italy - 1830 - 308 pages
...the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armoury, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence, nor descend till he and his are gone. Let him fear nothing." When along the shore, And by the path that, wandering on its way, Leads thro' the fatal grove where... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 348 pages
...such reverence The poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, Crying aloud, ' Hence to the distant hills ! TASSO...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades No power in death can tear our names apart, As none in life could rend thee from my heart.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 354 pages
...such reverence The poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, Crying aloud, ' Hence to the distant hills ! TASSO...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades No power in death can tear our names apart, As none in life could rend thee from my heart.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 354 pages
...such reverence The poet drew among the woods and wilds, A voice was heard, that never bade to spare, Crying aloud, * Hence to the distant hills ! TASSO...hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armoury, No power in death can tear our names apart,... | |
 | English poetry - 1836 - 514 pages
...to «pare, Crying aloud. " Hence to the distant hilla ! Tnsso approaches ; he, whose song beguile« The day of half its hours ; whose sorcery Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades To lists that blaze with gorgeous armory, Our mountain-caves to regal palaces. Hence,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 pages
...Л voice was beard, that never bad« to spare, Crying aloud, ' Hence to the. distant hills • Tesso approaches; he. whose song beguiles The day of half its hours; whose sorcery Dátiles the sense, turning our forest-clade» To lint. ч that blau with gorgeous armoury. Our moun(ain>caves... | |
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