 Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, And mingle among the jostling crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud— I often come to this quiet place, To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face,...  The Southern Review - 446 psl.1832Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1822 - 688 psl.
...stream as it glides along, Through its beautiful baa Its, In a trance of song. Tho' fi'itM to drudge for the dregs of men. And scrawl strange words with...barbarous pen ; And mingle among the Jostling crowd, Where Uie sous of etrlfe are subtle and loud; I sometimes comt! to this qnfet place, To breathe the air that... | |
 | 1821 - 276 psl.
...stream as it glides along Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud ; I sometimes come to this quiet place, To breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee in... | |
 | 1821 - 534 psl.
...stream as it glides along Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud : I sometimes come to this quiet place, To breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee in... | |
 | 1822 - 496 psl.
...along. Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Tho' forc'd to drudge for the dregs of menAnd scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen ; And...crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud) 1 sometimes come to this quiet place, To: breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee... | |
 | 1822 - 298 psl.
...stream as it glides along Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Though forc'd to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...barbarous pen ; And mingle among the jostling crowd, 1 sometimes come to this quiet place, To breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 psl.
...stream as it glides along Through its beautiful banks, in a trance, of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud ; I sometimes come to this quiet place, To breathe the air that ruffles thy face, And gaze upon thee in... | |
 | 1832 - 426 psl.
...cerulean wall. Well is it for the world, that he who could write like this. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen. And mingle with the jostling crowd, Where the sons of strife are uubtle and loud; — has still found time to... | |
 | 1831 - 500 psl.
...disgust with his work, and in his tiresome repetitions you may plainly see how he loathes . ' To drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen.' " The life of Napoleon, in its busiest period, presents a remarkable instance of ennui. While the allies... | |
 | 1834 - 402 psl.
...stream, as it glides along, Through its beautiful banks, in a trance of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent dream ; For in thy lonely and lovely stream, An image of that calm life appears That... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 psl.
...stream, as it glides along, Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song. Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with...breathe the airs that ruffle thy face, And gaze upon thee in silent dream, For in thy lonely and lovely stream, An image of that calm life appears, That... | |
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