 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 622 pages
...shady cell, Where Temperance, where the Muses dwell ; Thou oft art seen, at early dawn, Slow-paeimr o'er the breezy lawn : Or on the brow of mountain high, In silence feasting ear and eye, With song and prospect, which abound From birds, and woods, and waters... | |
 | Joseph Ritson - English poetry - 1821 - 280 pages
...Muffs dwell ;: ' 77>oa oft art feen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn : 4^ MALLET. 153 Or on the brow of mountain high, In filence feafting...waters round. But when the fun, with noontide ray, 4.5 Flames forth intolerable day ; While Heat fits fervent on the plain, With Thirft and Languor in... | |
 | Joseph Ritson - Dialect poetry, Scottish - 1821 - 282 pages
...death, of life, alike afraid ; For ever fled to lliacly cell, Where Temperance, where the Mafes dwell; Thou oft art feen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn: 40 Or on the brow of mountain high, In filence feafting ear and eye, With fong and profpeft, which... | |
 | British poets - Classical poetry - 1822 - 272 pages
...afraid ; For ever fled to shady cell, Where Temperance, where the Muses dwell ; Thou oft art seen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn ; Or on the brow of mountain high, In silence feasting ear and eye "With song and prospect, which abound From birds, and woods, and waters... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 pages
...alike afraid; For ever fled to shady cell, Where Temperance, where the Muses dwell; Thou oft art seen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn; Or on the brow of mountain high In silence feasting ear and eye With song and prospect, which abound From birds and woods and waters round.... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 pages
...afraid ; For ever fled to shady cell, Where Temperance, where the Muses dwell ; Thou oft art seen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn ; Or on the brow of mountain high In silence feasting ear and eye With song and prospect, which abound From birds and woods and waters round.... | |
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But tofles thro' the midnight made, Of death, of life, alike afraid ; For ever fled to fhady cell, Where Temperance, where the Mufes dwell ; Thou oft art feen, at early dawn, Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn : Or on the brow... 
