 | John Bell - 1807 - 562 pages
...the evening colonades, But soft recesses for th" weary mind To sigh unheard into the passing wind ! So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die ; (the arrow in his heart:) 'ihere hid in shades, and wasting day by day, Inly he bleeds, and pants his soul away.... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Thomas Park - 1808 - 388 pages
...evening eolonades, But soft recesses for the' uneasy mind, To sigh unheard into the passing wind ? So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die — the arrow in his heart ; There hid in shades, and wasting day by day, Inly be bleeds, and pants his SOD! away.... | |
 | Elegant epistles - 1812 - 318 pages
...Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens : Joy lives not here ; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the cheqner'd shade. The morning hower, the ev'ning colounade. But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
 | Lady Mary Wortley Montagu - 1817 - 308 pages
...Thames reflects the double scenes " Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens : " Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, " And only dwells where...parterre, the chequer'd shade, " The morning bower, the ev'ning colonnade, " But soft recesses of uneasy minds, " To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds... | |
 | William Dorset Fellowes - Church architecture - 1818 - 240 pages
...dropped instantly on their knees. How forcibly were the following lines of Pope recalled to my mind ! Lo, the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die, (the arrow in his heart ;) There, hid in shades, and wasting day by day, Inly he bleeds, and pants his soul away.... | |
 | 1820 - 632 pages
...which Pope so skilfully practiced. Their close is exquisite. ' What are the gay parterre, the chequered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But...to the passing winds ? So the struck deer, in some sequestered part, Lies down to die, the arrow at his heart, And stretched, unseen, in coverts hid from... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1820 - 628 pages
...What are the gay parterre, the chequered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But I?ut soft recesses of uneasy minds To sigh unheard in to the passing winds? So the struck deer, in some sequestered part, Lies down to die, the arrow at his heart, And stretched, unseen, in coverts hid from... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1820 - 616 pages
...exquisite. ' What are the gay parterre, the chequered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, Rut soft recesses of uneasy minds To sigh unheard in to the passing winds? So the struck deer, in some sequestered part, Lies down to die, the arrow at his heart, And stretched, unseen, in coverts hid from... | |
 | British prose literature - 1821 - 346 pages
...Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives Hot here ; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the ehequer'd shade. The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 276 pages
...Thames reflects the double scenes, Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here,—to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley...morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses for uneasy minds, To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds! So the struck deer, in some sequester'd... | |
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tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens : Joy lives not here, to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where... 
