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" At noon, when by the forest's edge. He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have looked And felt, as I have heard them say. "
At Our Best - Pagina 11
door Sumner Ellis - 1873 - 307 pagina’s
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th]

1845 - 786 pagina’s
...affect ; — ' A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.' ' The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, —...he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky.' This coincidence in sentiment may be perfectly accidental ; at any rate, it is clearly traceable to...
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The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a ..., Volume 2

1820 - 442 pagina’s
...imitated by, the fictitious one: — At noon, when by the forest's edge He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! # * -* Beneath the clear blue sky he saw A little field of meadow ground ; But field or meadow name...
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The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volume 2

William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 pagina’s
...the warm earth his lazy bed. At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have looked And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1821 - 420 pagina’s
...stanzas from " Peter Bell :"— " At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have look'il And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had...
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The Etonian

1820 - 696 pagina’s
...stanzas from " Peter Bell :'"— " At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have look'd And felt, as 1 have heard them say, As if the moving time bad...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1821 - 410 pagina’s
...Peter Bell :"— " At noon, when by the forefct's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft bine sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft bine sky ! On a fair prospect some have look'd And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1824 - 446 pagina’s
...stanzas from " Peter Bell:" — " At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have look'd And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824 - 446 pagina’s
...stanzas from " Peter Bell:" — " At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! On a fair prospect some have look'd And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had...
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The Philomathic journal, Volume 3

Philomathic institution - 1825 - 504 pagina’s
...and the world forget. He might not lie at noon " by the forest's edge." " Beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky !" No more — Verily the poet of Cockaigne is a hapless wight. .Verily to him the CONDITION OF HAPPINESS...
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Philomathic Journal and Literary Review, Volume 3

1825 - 486 pagina’s
...and the world forget. He might not lie at noon " by the forest's edge." "Beneath the branches high, The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky !" No more — Verily the poet of Cockaigne is a hapless wight. Verily to him the CONDITION OF HAPPINESS...
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