 | John Bell - English poetry - 1788 - 628 pages
...near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way, 79 And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfeu sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, 75 Swinging... | |
 | John Milton, Thomas Warton - English drama - 1799 - 148 pages
...even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 216 pages
...been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stopping through a fleecy cloud. The sounds that can be, in...correspond with his present humour : not the song of the milk -maid, but that of the nightingale; not the whistling plowman, but the sound of the curfeu. His... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth - English poetry - 1802 - 152 pages
...wand'ring moon Riding near her highest noon, 63 Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'ns wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." Here the poet breaks from his subject, anJ,. abandoning the description of Melancholy, he exclaims... | |
 | English literature - 1803 - 308 pages
...eight leading images ; in the following, of equal length, there is only one : To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, 'Like one that...milk-maid, but that of the nightingale ; not the whistling plowman, but the sound of the curfeu. His images succeed one another slowly, without any rapid or abrupt... | |
 | John Wolcot - English poetry - 1804 - 180 pages
...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 bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging... | |
 | Peter Pindar - English poetry - 1804 - 180 pages
...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 bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water' d shore, Swinging... | |
 | Hugh Murray - Fiction - 1805 - 188 pages
...extremely beautiful. Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may... | |
 | Hugh Murray - Fiction - 1805 - 198 pages
...extremely beautiful. Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may... | |
 | Hugh Murray - Fiction - 1805 - 206 pages
...near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'n's wide pathless way j And oft, as if her head she bow'd, • Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may... | |
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Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. 
