 Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...  Poems - Page 139by Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 311 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1814 - 554 pages
...anthem rose, Hose to the Virgin. 'Twas the hour of day, When setting suns o'er summer-seas display A path of glory, opening in the west To golden climes,...First from the prow to hail the glimmering light. " PKD-RO ! RODHIGO ! there, methought, it shone ! " There — in the west ! and now, alas, 'tis gone... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1813 - 540 pages
...opening in the west, To golden climes and islands of the blest, And human voices in the silent air, ^Vent o'er the waves in songs of gladness there ! Chosen...night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light r Pedro ! Rodrigo ! there methought it shone ! There in the west ! and now alas 'tis gone ! 'Twas all... | |
 | English literature - 1813 - 1102 pages
...melting close, Solemn and slow the evening anthem rose : Rose to the Virgin—Twas the hour of day A path of glory opening in the west, To golden climes and islands of the blest, And human voices in the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there! Chosen of mtn ! 'twas thine at noon... | |
 | 1813 - 554 pages
...anthem rose : Rose to the virgin — 'Twas the hour of day When settinsr suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west, To golden climes and islands of the blest, And human voices in the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there ? Chosen of men ! 'twas thine at... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1813 - 556 pages
...anthem rose : Rose to the Virgin — Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west, To golden climes and islands of the blest, And human voices in the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there ! Chosen of men ! 'twas thine at... | |
 | 1813 - 552 pages
...virgin — 'Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening iu the west, To golden climes and islands of the blest, And human voices in the silent air, Went o'er the waves in sougs of gladness there t Chosen of men ! 'twas thine at... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - English poetry - 1816 - 260 pages
..."i When setting suns o'er summer-seas display A path of glory, opening in the west • • • '-.I1 To golden climes, and islands of the blest; And human...waves in songs of gladness there!' Chosen of Men! s 'twas thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light; f . (Emblem of Truth... | |
 | Emily Taylor - Didactic fiction - 1820 - 286 pages
...people who had Kose to the virgin. 'Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory, opening in the west To golden climes,...First from the prow to hail the glimmering light. ' Pedro ! Rodrigo ! there, methought, it shone ! There, in the west ! and now alas ! 'tis gone ! 'Twas... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - English poetry - 1820 - 796 pages
...anthem rosst Rose to the Virgin. 'Twos the hour of day, When setting suns o'er summer -seas display A path of glory , opening in the west To golden climes,...air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there I Chosen of Men! 'twas thine , at noon of night First from the prow, to hail the glimmering light.... | |
 | Emily Taylor - Didactic fiction - 1821 - 338 pages
...'Twas the hour of day When setting funs o'er summer seas display A ]iath of glory, opening in the weft To golden climes, and islands of the blest, And human...First from the prow to hail the glimmering light. ' Pedro ! Rodrigo ! there, methought, it shone ! There, in the west! and now, alas ! 'tis gone ! Twas... | |
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