 | 1800 - 322 psl.
...smiling plain ; No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 psl.
...smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 psl.
...smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 psl.
...smiling plain. No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes, with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 psl.
...smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | 1806 - 330 psl.
...//i,'/,li//if<ftft><-''/'"/" ) No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 psl.
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Alonif thy Blades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 psl.
...plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, worka its \veedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 psl.
...plain ; Is'o more thy glassy brook. reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; assometochupch repairs Not for the Afti tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the king... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 psl.
...But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
| |
Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. 
