 | Samuel Johnson - 1899 - 200 pages
...hyberbolical and the images as unnatural: " While in the park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear: When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers, With loud complaints they answer ine in showers.... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1900
...viii. 44. •Ibid. 7 " While in this park I ting, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and Torget to fear ; When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1900
...in this park I sing, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear; When to the beeches 1 report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
 | William John Courthope - English poetry - 1903
...his poem At Penshurst : — ^ M V" While in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion and forget to fear. When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer - Literature - 1917
...fear, outflies the wind. AT PENSHURST WHILE in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear; When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
 | Edward Albert - English literature - 1923 - 542 pages
...extract from Waller will suffice : While in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear; When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same, To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers, With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
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While in the park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear : When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers, With loud complaints they answer... 
