 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 830 pages
...When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the com, That ten day-laborers high designs, High actions : but wherewith to be...unknown, unfriended, low of birth, A carpenter thy Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 826 pages
...in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day-laborers nd wiД Thus done the tales, to bed they creep. By whispering winds Boon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 pages
...fiend, And, stretch'dout all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; L ALLEGRO. And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | Nathan Drake - English literature - 1843 - 970 pages
...Milton seems to have been indebted for his " drudging Goblin :" — • " the lunbar-fiemi, ' Who' probable allusion to them, Beaumont fondly lets his thoughts wander, in his le But the most common tradition with regard to the Brownie is, that, in point of size, he was similar... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pages
...in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,...doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | William James Linton - 1844 - 340 pages
...the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lays him down, the lubber fiend, And stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings." In Scotland, as well as England,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1844 - 692 pages
...the corn, That ten dny-lab'rers could not end, Then lays him down the lubber fiend, And, strctch'd ll'd Mother of human race.' What could I do, But follow straight, invisi cropful out of doors he flings Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...shadowy flail had thrash'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length...doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd to sleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...shadowy flail had thrash'd the corn, That ten-day laborers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length...doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales. to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd to sleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 372 pages
...flail had thrash 'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length...doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd to sleep. Tower'd cities please... | |
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When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full... 
