And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a... Thoughts on Education - Strana 24podľa Eliza C. Lawton - 1854 - Počet stránok 43Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
| C.C. Gaither - 1997 - Počet stránok 510
...Episodes of the Civil Wars Book One Figulus the Astrologer, 1. 662 Milton, John To behold the wandering Moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way . . . // Penseroso (p. 28) . . . the Moon, whose Orb Through Optic Glass... | |
| Roberta J. M. Olson, Jay M. Pasachoff - 1999 - Počet stránok 412
...dressed in academic garb [Fig. 52], Blake rendered fanciful meteors to illustrate IlPenseroso 77, 67-70: To behold the wandring moon Riding near her highest...noon Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way. However, the terror that Blake ascribes to the passage in his notes is... | |
| Elizabeth Pepper - 2002 - Počet stránok 68
...two beside. —SAMUEL COLERIDGE / walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav 'n 's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow 'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - Počet stránok 1084
...among, I woo to hear thy Even-Song; And missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven Green, To behold the wand'ring Moon, Riding near her highest...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way; 70 And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.... | |
| John Milton - 2006 - Počet stránok 66
...thy evensong; And, missing thee,I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft,... | |
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