 Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...  The Poetical Works of John Milton: Reprinted from the Best Editions, with ... - Page 424by John Milton - 1881 - 562 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Milton - 1864 - 584 pages
...the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak : 60 Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...led astray, Through the Heaven's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fIeecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground,... | |
 | John Milton, Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 708 pages
...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy 1 Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; 35. Cyprus Zaum, a Tell of a thin, i r.-t: i-- that conveyed the fiery-wheeled car In parent texture.... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - English poetry - 1866 - 574 pages
...— Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song;...heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground I hear the far-off curfew sound... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pages
...Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. THE SAME CONTINUED. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - English poetry - 1867 - 332 pages
...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia, checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the' accustom'd oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,...heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she boVd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound,... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - English poetry - 1867 - 332 pages
...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the' accustom'd oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,...smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Hiding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless... | |
 | John Milton, Edward Phillips - English poetry - 1868 - 632 pages
...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia cheeks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly,...that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathlsss way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon-yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak: 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, ' To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like... | |
 | English poetry - 1869 - 436 pages
...— Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song;...one that had been led astray Through the heaven's -vide pathless way, And oft, as if her hf d she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 pages
...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,...heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew... | |
| |
