 Tis the last sweet smile of the evening sun : How bright ! how sublime its beaming ! What golden tides of splendour steep The rosy clouds, as they softly sleep Beneath its holy gleaming ! 'Tis the light of innocent thoughts, whose ray An infant's slumber...  Thoughts in rhyme, by an East Anglian [C. Feist]. - Strana 10podľa Charles Feist - 1825 - Počet stránok 111Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1822 - Počet stránok 418
...golden tides of splendor steep The rosy clouds as they softly sleep Beneath its holy gleaming ! "Jfis the light of innocent thoughts, whose ray .An infant's...slumber blesses; When, weary of paying smile for smile, Its blue eyes close, and it dreams the while Of the breast it fondly presses. The breezy spirits of... | |
 | 1826 - Počet stránok 488
...What golden tides of splendour steep The rosy clouds as they softly sleep Beneath its holy gleaming ! Tis the light of innocent thoughts, whose ray An infant's...slumber blesses ; When, weary of paying smile for smile, Its blue eyes close, and it dreams the while Of the breast it fondly presses. The breezy spirits of... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - Počet stránok 312
...What golden tides of splendour steep The rosy clouds, as they softly sleep Beneath its holy gleaming ! 'Tis the light of innocent thoughts, whose ray An...slumber blesses ; When, weary of paying smile for smile, Its blue eyes close, and it dreams the while Of the breast it fondly presses. The breezy spirits of... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - Počet stránok 318
...What golden tides of splendour steep The rosy clouds, as they softly sleep Beneath its holy gleaming ! 'Tis the light of innocent thoughts, whose ray An...slumber blesses; When, weary of paying smile for smile, Its blue eyes close, and it dreams the while Of the breast it fondly presses. The breezy spirits of... | |
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