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" It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. "
The Birds of the Latin Poets - Page 87
1914 - 260 pages
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry - 1798 - 240 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning, And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...all little birds that are ' How they seem'd to fill the sea and air ' With their sweet jargoning. ' And now 'twas like all instruments, * Now like a lonely flute; ' And now it is an Angel's song ' That makes the Haavens be mute. ' It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on ' A pleasant noise till...
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning. And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two ..., Issue 356, Volume 1

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now itJs an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant...
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Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 6

England - 1820 - 774 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they lecm'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1821 - 420 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. •It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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The Etonian

1820 - 696 pages
...Sometimes all little birds that arc, How they scem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mate. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1824 - 446 pages
...birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargouiug ! And now 't was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. ' It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - English essays - 1824 - 446 pages
...birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoniug ! And now 't was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon,...
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