 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 pages
...precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy,...sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a Star That gleamed upon the ice : and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 pages
...precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy,...sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a Star That gleamed upon the ice : and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 378 pages
...precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy,...Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cross the bright reflection of a Star, Image, that, dying still before me, — gleamed Upon the glassy... | |
 | 1825 - 500 pages
...sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars,4' Eastward, were sparklmg clear, and in the welt The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from...retired Into a silent bay,— or sportively Glanced sidewav, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cross the bright reflection o: a Star,— Image, that, flving... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 pages
...clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into » silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng To cut across the image of a star That gleamed upon the ice ; and oftentimes Where we had given our bodies to the wind,... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 874 pages
...the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy...I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced suleway, leaving the tumultuous throng To cut across the image of a star That gleamed upon the ice... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 414 pages
...over its untried surface, beneath which the eye can descend into strange depths and oozy hollows. " Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cross the bright reflection of a star, Image that, dying... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 426 pages
...over its untried surface, beneath which the eyo can descend into strange depths and oozy hollows. " Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cross .the bright reflection of a star, Image that, dying... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...above the power of sight — An iron knell ! With echoes from a/ar, Faint, and still fainter. SKATING. NOT seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cross the bright reflection of a star, Image that, dying... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 pages
...the precipices rang aloud. The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy...sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a star That gleam 'd upon the ice : and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind,... | |
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The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star... 
