 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - 252 ページ
...But that they left the door a-jarr, Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve, 75 He heard the distant din of war. Short was his joy. He little knew, . The power of Magick was no fable. Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table. 80 The words... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - 250 ページ
...that they left the door a-jarr, Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve, 75 He heard the distant djn of war. Short was his joy. He little knew, The power of Magick was no fable. Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table. 80 The words... | |
 | Edward Arber - 1900 - 482 ページ
...believe !) But that they left the door ajar ; Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve He heard the distant din of war. Short was his joy! He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ! Out of the window, whisk ! they flew ; But left a spell upon the table. The words too eager to unriddle, The Poet felt... | |
 | Edward Arber - 1901 - 350 ページ
...believe !) But that they left the door ajar ; Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve He heard the distant din of war. Short was his joy! He little knew The power of Magic was no fable! Out of the window, whisk ! they flew ; But left a spell upon the table. The words too eager to unriddle, The Poet felt... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1909 - 168 ページ
...clofet in the garden. So [19] So Rumor fays. (Who will, believe.) But that they left the door a-jarr, Where, fafe and laughing in his fleeve, He heard the...war. Short was his joy. He little knew, The power of Magick was no fable. Out of the window, whifk, they flew, But left a fpell upon the table. The words... | |
 | William Blake - 2000 - 132 ページ
...pardon, Convey'd him underneath their hoops, To a fmall clofet in the garden. •"//"Vf So Rumour fays: (Who will, believe.) But that they left the door a-jar, Where, fafe and laughing in his fleevt, He heard the diftam din of war. Short was his joy. He little knew The power of magic was no... | |
 | 320 ページ
...believe.) But that they left the door a-jarr, Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve, He heard the distant din of war. Short was his joy. He little knew The power of Magick was no fable. Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table. 80 The words... | |
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Short was his joy. He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ; Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table. 
