 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the...  The Poetical Works of Mark Akinside: With His Life - Page 83by Mark Akenside - 1838 - 143 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Lindley Murray - English literature - 1827 - 276 pages
...him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the marto; ' Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings : And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence : not a strain ••• '-' Ascends ; but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. 3. Nor thence... | |
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1827 - 412 pages
...branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wing ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain •' • Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor then partakes Fresh... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1827 - 262 pages
...him', the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold', and blushes like the morn*. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings*: And...meet his lonely walk', And loves unfelt attract him*. 5 Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow* ; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence* : not a strain... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1827 - 262 pages
...tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. 3 . Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends ; but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Charles Burroughs - Women - 1827 - 52 pages
...contemplating the phenomena of the natural world, and from observing ever new and varying beauties in creation. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence her bosom can partake Fresh pleasure... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1827 - 308 pages
...With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings: Ami still new beauties meet his lonely walk, / And loves unfelt attract him. 8. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow; not a -cloud imbibes ' The setting sun's effulgence; not a strain... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And...imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1828 - 252 pages
...where, negligent of all These lesser graces, she assumes the port Of that Eternal Majesty that weigh'd Flies o'er the meadow; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence; no ta strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends; but whence his bosom can partake Fresh... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers and speakers - 1828 - 256 pages
...him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meec b;s. lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. 3 Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow; not a cloud... | |
 | Mary Jane Mackenzie - English fiction - 1829 - 226 pages
...silken gem Of Autumn tinges ev'ry fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. .. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings, And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasures... | |
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