 ... cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant...  Littell's Living Age - Pagina 1401874Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1818 - 596 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never , On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song.inwarmth increasingever, And seems to one, in drowsiness... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 pagina’s
...has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness... | |
 | 1846 - 872 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever; And seems to one iu drowsiness... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pagina’s
...tir'd out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The Poetry of Earth is ceasing never ! On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence — from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...out with fun, !(• rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills 308 300 REGALITIES. TRERE are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 560 pagina’s
...tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never : On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems, to one in drowsiness... | |
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