 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 220 頁
...first on Mountains wild, In Fancy loveliest Child, Thy Babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the Pow'rs of Song Thou, who with Hermit Heart Disdain'st the Wealth...: But com'st a decent Maid, In Attic Robe array'd, 0 chaste unboastful Nymph, to Thee I call ! By all the honey'd Store On Hybla's Thymy Shore, By all... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 224 頁
...And Gauds, and pageant Weeds, and trailing Pall : But com'st a decent Maid, In Attic Robe array'd, 0 chaste unboastful Nymph, to Thee I call ! By all the honey'd Store On Hybla's Thymy Shore, By all her Blooms, and mingled Murmurs dear, By Her whose Love-born Woe In Ev'ning Musings slow, Sooth... | |
 | William Collins - 1926 - 74 頁
...Child, Thy Babe, orPltafure's, nurs'd the Pow'rs of Song ! 2. Thou, who with Hermit Heart Difdain'ft the Wealth of Art, And Gauds, and pageant Weeds, and trailing Pall : But com'ft a decent Maid In Attic Robe array'd, O chafte unboaftful Nymph, to Thee I call ! 3 By all the... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 頁
...on mountains wild, In Fancy, loveliest child, 5 Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nursed the powers of song! ed by men; He who the ox to wrath has moved Shall never be by woman loved; He who weeds~and trailing pall; But com'st a decent maid, 10 In Attic robe arrayed, 0 chaste, unboastful nymph,... | |
 | William Collins - 234 頁
...first, on mountains wild, In Fancy, loveliest child, Thy babe or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song ! Thou who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of...! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms, and mingled murmurs dear, By her * whose lovelorn woe In ev'ning musings slow Sooth'd... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 頁
...heaped-up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! (1. 1-4) Ode to Simplicity 1 1 But corn's! 15-19) AWP; BoNaP; CaPo; ELP; FaBoCh; GN; GoJo; GTBS; GTBS-P; InPS; JCP; LiTB; NO (1. 10-12) 12 Though taste, though genius bless To some divine excess. Faint's the cold work till thou... | |
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O chaste, unboastful Nymph, to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear; By her whose love-lorn woe In evening musings slow Soothed sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus... 
