 | Charles Mackay - 1896 - 633 sidor
...scene I The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way, Through skies where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves. The...such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry in aught can be believed, Descending spirits have conversed with And told the secrets of the world... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897
...midnight scene! The silver moon, unclouded, holds her Through skies where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves. The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, l'i|--.. silence with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry in aught... | |
 | John Brand, Henry Ellis, William Carew Hazlitt - 1905
...I had from persons of as great integrity as any are in the world." Home, in his Douglas, writes : " In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry...with man. And told the secrets of the world unknown." In the "Museum Tradescantianum," 1660, p. 42, we find an "Indian Conjurer's Rattle, wherewith he calls... | |
 | 1925
...such peace as was given to him." — Wm. Livingstone. Trans, by JBB 7-4-26. SOME BLAIR BIOGRAPHIES "In such a place as this, at such an hour, * If ancestry can be in aught believed, * Descending spirits have convers'd with man, * And told the secrets of the world unknown."... | |
 | Theocritus Junior - 2003 - 280 sidor
...scene ! The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves; The...this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in aught believed, Descending spirits have conversed with man, And told the secrets of the world unknown." MODERATION.... | |
 | Jeffrey Kahan - 2004 - 384 sidor
...scene! The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies where I could count each little star, 5 The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves! The...place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in ought believed, 10 Descending spirits have convers'd with man And told the secrets of the world unknown.... | |
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This is the place, the centre of the grove ; Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood. How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind... 
