 | English literature - 1910 - 356 pages
...thee ! 106 The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along; The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and their chase, and the fair throng Which... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - English literature - 1910 - 776 pages
...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me," How have I loved the twilight hour and thee! 106 rove ; Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale, Whatever crowns the hill, or smil Were the sole echoes, save my Btced's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along; The spectre... | |
 | Delphian Society - Civilization - 1911 - 594 pages
...wave flowed o'er, To where the last Crcsarean fortress stood ; Kver green forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How...and thee! "The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Were the sole echoes, save ruy steed's and mine, And vesper bells, that stole the boughs among. The... | |
 | English poetry - 1911 - 784 pages
...Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Csesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee! cvi. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 252 pages
...where the last Caesarean fortress ' stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay 2 made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! Oh, Hesperus ! a thou bringest all good things — Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, To the... | |
 | Edward Hutton - Architecture - 1913 - 342 pages
...wave flowed o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me How...pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bells that rose the boughs along; The spectre... | |
 | Delphian Society - Encyclopedias and dictionaries - 1913 - 572 pages
...wave flowed o'er, To where the last Csesarean fortress stood ; Ever green forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me. How have I loved the twilight hour and thee I "The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, ,* Were the... | |
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Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest! 
