 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1841 - 840 pages
...Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait ; ers!" — " He should have left tlu-m lúr his betters: We had a hundred ; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 pages
...Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, *^,. Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast,... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 830 pages
...Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait ; eyea ; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pages
...Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait; And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies. Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast,... | |
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Over thy decent shoulders drawn : Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes... 
