 Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom...  The American Monthly Magazine - Seite 1091824Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Dennis Danielson - 1999 - 320 Seiten
...the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove. What drops the myrrb, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting b'quid sweet. (5.17-13) But in the fallen world the situation is reversed: Adam inaugurates the tragic... | |
 | Noam Flinker - 2000 - 190 Seiten
...the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrh, and what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.... | |
 | Richard Jacobs - 2001 - 504 Seiten
...Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the...balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee 25 Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.' Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye On... | |
 | John Milton, Merritt Yerkes Hughes - 2003 - 388 Seiten
...the morning shines, and the fresh field 20 Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the...Myrrh, and what the balmy Reed, How Nature paints her colors, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet. 25 Such whispering wak'd her, but with... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1012 Seiten
...spring0 Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,0 What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed,0 How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake. O sole... | |
 | Margaret Kean - 2005 - 196 Seiten
...the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime,' to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the...colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.4 [...] I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; Zephyrus... | |
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