 Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into a pretty anger ; that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy, in...  The Works of Mary Russell Mitford: Prose and Verse ... - Pagina 40door Mary Russell Mitford - 1841 - 666 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 pagina’s
...could touch, she sung her down ; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she The nightingale did with her various notes...pretty anger ; that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1811 - 622 pagina’s
...the rivals part ? Men. You term them rightly, For they were rivals, and their mistress harmony. Same time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into a...pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught clifis, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | John Ford - 1811 - 522 pagina’s
...in King Henry IV. ' Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing divirion to her lute." Into a pretty anger, that a' bird Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods', or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 pagina’s
...could touch, she sung her down ; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she The nightingale did with her various notes...pretty anger ; that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1820 - 594 pagina’s
...did the rivals part ? Men. You term them rightly, For they were rivals, and their mistress harmony. Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into...pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to pertect... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pagina’s
...rivals part? Hen. You term them rightly. For they were rivals, and their mistress harmony. Some lime thus spent, the young man grew at last Into a pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught cliff", moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perlect... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1824 - 312 pagina’s
...could touch, she sang him down. He could not run divisions with more art Upon his quaking instrument than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes Reply to. Some time thus spent, the yonng man grew at last Into a pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never tanght cliffs, moods, or... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1825 - 312 pagina’s
...could touch, she sang him down. He could not run divisions with more art Upon his quaking instrument than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes...pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliff's, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | John Ford - 1827 - 682 pagina’s
...the rivals part? Men. You term them rightly; For they were rivals, and their mistress, harmony. — Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into...pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
 | John Ford - 1827 - 712 pagina’s
...rivals part? Men. You term them rightly; For they were rivals, and their mistress, harmony. — • Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into...pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect... | |
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