| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 páginas
...'d with thine would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. these liFXq / ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 páginas
...or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain Î What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? ligion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest...heaven with slaves ! Thou faintest all thou look's Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we moríais dream, Or how... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 páginas
...Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
| William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 páginas
...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 páginas
...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 páginas
...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ! What fields,...sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignoranee of pain! With thy elear keen joyanee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near... | |
| Rosina Maria Zornlin - 1840 - 474 páginas
...delightful song, as the skylark of our own plains. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? The cuckoo is the identical bird of Europe; and his familiar note may be heard in all the highlands... | |
| George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 páginas
...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
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