 ABOVE yon sombre swell of land Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the earth and sky, Except with his own lonely moods The blackbird...  Dig: Modern Australian Gardening - Page 327by Meredith Kirton - 2004 - 440 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | Richard H. Horne - 1848 - 132 pages
...see'st the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of hlue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The Blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-steam... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1848 - 80 pages
...see'st the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The Blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-steam... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1875 - 192 pages
...see'st the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
 | Religion - 1919 - 412 pages
...see'st the dawn's grave orange hue. With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods, All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad bill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow ; And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
 | Richard H. Horne - 1879 - 198 pages
...orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a rein of bine. The air is cold abore the woods ; All silent is the earth and sky, Except...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883 - 394 pages
...seest the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow ; And now ascends the nostril-steam... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - Ballads, English - 1887 - 344 pages
...seest the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - English poetry - 1895 - 802 pages
...seest the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow saud, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
 | Frederick Henry Sykes - English language - 1900 - 232 pages
...streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent are the earth and sky, Except with his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow, And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1190 pages
...see'st the dawn's grave orange hue, With one pale streak like yellow sand, And over that a vein of blue. The air is cold above the woods ; All silent is the...his own lonely moods The blackbird holds a colloquy. Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow ; And now ascends the nostril-stream... | |
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