 Yet fair as thou art, thou shunnest to glide, Beautiful stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men, To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still.  The Idle Man - Page 621821Full view - About this book
 | Curtis Hidden Page - American literature - 1905 - 740 pages
...shunnest to glide, Beautiful stream ! by the village side; But windest away from haunts of men, To quiet valley and shaded glen; And forest, and meadow, and...of hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still ; 30 Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides, Or the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1911 - 282 pages
...to glide, 25 Beautiful stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men, To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest, and meadow, and...hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still. 30 Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides ; Or the... | |
 | Margaret Sprague Carhart - American poetry - 1917 - 410 pages
...shaded glen ; And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still, 30 Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides ; Or the simpler0 comes, with basket and book, For herbs of power on thy banks to look ; Or haply, some idle... | |
 | 1919 - 966 pages
...glide, *5 Beautiful stream.! by the village side; Rut windest away from the haunts of men, To quiet valley and shaded glen; And forest, and meadow, and...hill. Around thee. are lonely, lovely, and still. 3» Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides ; Or the... | |
 | Edwin Greenlaw, Clarence Stratton - American literature - 1922 - 648 pages
...shun'st to glide, 25 Beautiful stream! by the village side; But windest away from haunts of men, To quiet valley and shaded glen; And forest, and meadow, and...hill, Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still. 30 Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides; Or the simpler... | |
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