 | William Henry Hudson - 1914 - 362 pages
...wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarian 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...flow'd o'er, 9j» To where the last Ciesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's he magic hand of chance ; ! cvi Tlie shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 952 pages
...wave flow'd o'er, 931 To where the last Ctesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's 5 I5 I5 boor and thee 1 CVl The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...lore9 And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, 935 How have I loved the twilight hour and thee! CVT # Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the boughs along; MO 7... | |
 | Anacreon - Greek poetry - 1915 - 232 pages
...muscles. The English harvest-fly is of the same genus. Cf. Byron, Don Juan, Canto III. stanza 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 bells that rose the boughs along; and also... | |
 | Mary Augusta Scott - Comparative literature - 1916 - 660 pages
...wave flow'd 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...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... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - English poetry - 1924 - 486 pages
...To where the last Caesarean fortress stood. Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dry den's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the...the pine. Making their summer lives one ceaseless Bong, Were the sole echoes, s:ive my steed's and mine, Ancl vesper bell's that rose the boughs along... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 424 pages
...Adrian wave flowed o'er To where the last Csosarean 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 ro.se the boughs along ; The... | |
 | Edward Hutton - Architecture - 1926 - 368 pages
...wave flowed 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...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... | |
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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! 
