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" It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. "
John Ruskin: A Study - Page 32
by Robert Percival Downes - 1890 - 119 pages
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1798 - 210 pages
...little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning, And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1800
...they seem'd to fill the sea and ah With thsir sweet jargoning. And now 'twas like all instruments.Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute; It ceas'd : yet still' the sails made onA pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook...
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 234 pages
...little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning. And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook...
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802
...birds that are ' How they seem'd to fill the sea and air ' With their sweet jargoning. ' And now 'twas like all instruments, * Now like a lonely flute; ' And now it is an Angel's song ' That makes the Haavens be mute. ' It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on ' A pleasant noise till noon. * A noise like...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 6

England - 1820
...birds that are, How they lecm'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise Eke of a hidden brook In...
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Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 pages
...Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And...is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 30

England - 1831
...say never was spoken; but what music begins to play as soon as we open the leaves of the book! " And now 'tis like all instruments— Now like a lonely flute ; And now 'tis like an angel's song, That bids the heavens be mute." Is it not so with the relics of Grecian...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1821
...little birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoniog! And now 'twas like all instruments, . ' Now like a lonely flute...is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In...
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The Etonian

1820
...little birds that arc, How they scem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And...now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mate. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook...
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The Etonian, Volume 1

1824
...birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargouiug ! And now 't was like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And...is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. ' It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook...
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