Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; the fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar twined amorous round the raptured scene; the flowers sprang wanton to be prest, the birds sang love on every spray ; till too, too... The Phrenological Journal and Miscellany - Page 731826Full view - About this book
| 1896 - 432 pages
...these two is the Hawthorn, which is mentioned n times, against 12 for the Hazel, and 13 for the Birk. " The fragrant Birch and Hawthorn hoar Twined amorous round the raptured scene." " Within yon milk-white Hawthorn bush, Among her nestlings sits the thrush." " The milk-white Thorn... | |
| Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - Literature - 1926 - 906 pages
...records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung...the raptured scene; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, — Till soon, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed the... | |
| David Nichol Smith - English poetry - 1926 - 744 pages
...past ; Thy image at our last embrace — Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore ; O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love... | |
| Alfred Thomas Townshend Verney-Cave Baron Braye - 1927 - 648 pages
...to rob the quotation from Burns and apply it to the Thames, substituting " Thames " for '* Ayr " : Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thickening green. The whole scenery impresses itself on the mind of boys whose weekly task is the composing of Latin verse.... | |
| 1928 - 542 pages
...skilful variation of vowels, and his dexterous alternation of check and flow — " Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green ; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love... | |
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