 | 1847 - 496 psl.
...birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! " And now 't was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, Which makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased. But still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon... | |
 | 1847 - 498 psl.
...birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! "And now 't was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, Which makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased. But still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - 812 psl.
...that so beautifully echo the gentle music of such a delicious little scene as this is : ' ' A noise as of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping wood: all night Singeth a quiet tune." The " quiet tune," by the way, must be well worth listening... | |
 | 1847 - 500 psl.
...a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, .Which makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased. But still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon ; A noise as of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, Which to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 414 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 psl.
...birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the tea and air, With their sweet jargoning ! And now Ч was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship,... | |
 | 1849 - 484 psl.
...Sometimes nil little blrds that are, Now they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute." And Wordsworth in that beautiful couplet — " Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam ; True to... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw - 1849 - 608 psl.
...: our rough, pithy English, in his verse, breathes all sounds, all melodies; — • " And now 'tis like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute." But in ' Christabel,' which has some slight pretensions to be an intelligible narrative, or, at least,... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1864 - 1126 psl.
...beauties,, and prolongs its more refined, but evanescent joys. THB FDLL-LKATBD FOREST. THE MONTH. JUNE. A hidden brook in the leafy month of June, That to the deeping woods all night singcih a quiet tune. — COLVRIDOK. JUNK i» the month of r"ses- the season... | |
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It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. 
