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" And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a... "
The Works of John Ruskin: Modern painters.-v.5-6. The stones of Venice.-v.7 ... - Page 143
by John Ruskin - 1885
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Allegro und Penseroso

John Milton - 1782 - 40 pages
...missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathleß way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, 7 1 bleiernen, unterwärts gekehrten...
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Bell's Edition, Volumes 31-32

John Bell - 1788 - 628 pages
...missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, Xo behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way, 79 And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud....
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Comus: A Mask: Presented at Ludlow Castle 1634, Before the Earl of ...

John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 148 pages
...And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft...
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The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volume 35

British essayists - 1802 - 216 pages
...images: in the following, of equal length, there is only one. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stopping through a fleecy cloud. The...
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Select British Classics, Volume 31

1803 - 308 pages
...images ; in the following, of equal length, there is only one : To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, 'Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. The...
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The Beauties of English Poetry, Volume 1

Peter Pindar - 1804 - 180 pages
...And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray ' Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft...
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The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed ..., Volume 1

John Wolcot - 1804 - 180 pages
...And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, .Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft...
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Morality of Fiction: Or, An Inquiry Into the Tendency of Fictitious ...

Hugh Murray - 1805 - 188 pages
...Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It...
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Morality of Fiction: Or, An Inquiry Into the Tendency of Fictitious ...

Hugh Murray - 1805 - 198 pages
...Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It...
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The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

1806 - 408 pages
...And missing thee, I walk unsten On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way} And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stopping through a fleecy cloud. Oft...
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