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...Now fliivers on the trees, And feebly finks from fight. 'Tis cold ! And lo, upon the whiten ing /olds Of the dank mift that fills the hollow dell, Chill...locks Glides in his lurid car ; Where a lone fane o'er tiiofe broad ru flies nods In flumberous torpor ; fave when flitting bat • Stirs the rank ivy brown... | |
 | 1799 - 500 Seiten
...And feebly finks from fight. 'Tis cold ! And lo, upon the whitening fold* Of the dank mid that 611s the hollow dell, Chill damp with drizzly locks. Glides in his lurid car; Where a lone fane o'erthofe broadrufhesnodt In Numbering torpor ; fave when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy blown That... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 Seiten
...the trees, And feebly sinks from sight. Tis cold ! and lo ! upon the whitening folds Of the dank mist that fills the hollow dell, Chill Damp with drizzly...locks Glides in his lurid car, Where a lone fane o'er those broad rushes nods In slumberous torpor : save when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy brown That... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 Seiten
...the trees, And feebly sinks from sight. Tis cold ! and lo ! upon the whitening folds Of the dank mist that fills the hollow dell, Chill Damp with drizzly...Glides in his lurid car, . • Where a lone fane o'er those broad rushes nods In slumberous torpor : save when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy brown That... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 Seiten
...the trees, And feebly sinks from sight. 'Tis cold! and lo! upon the whitening folds Of the dank mist that fills the hollow dell, Chill Damp with drizzly...locks Glides in his lurid car, Where a lone fane o'er those broad rushes nods In slumberous torpor : save when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy brown That... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1798 - 612 Seiten
...from fight. 'Tis cold ! And lo, upon the whitening folds Of the dank rnift that fills the hoiiow deiJ, Chill damp with drizzly locks Glides in his lurid car ; Where a lone fane o'er thofe broad ruQies nods In flumberous torpor ; fave when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy brown That clafps its... | |
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... shape That oft belies thy form, emerging slow From that deep central gloom, Rests on the moon-tipp'd wood. Now, by a halo circled, sails along, As gleams with icicles his azure vest, Now shivers on the trees, And feebly sinks from sight. Tis cold... 