 The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children. The mighty abstract Idea I have of Beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness...  The Dublin Review - Сторінка 147редактори - 1848Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1849 - 606 стор.
...happiness should not be so fine ; and my solitude is sublime. Then, instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home, the roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through my window panes are my children. The mighty abstract idea of beauty in all things I have, stifles the... | |
 | 1848 - 916 стор.
...not be so fine ; my solitude is sublime — for there is a sublimity to welcome me home, the roariiig of the wind is my wife, and the stars through my window-panes are mjr children." This is but pretty nonsense, and the poet by and bye felt the power of woman, though... | |
 | 1849 - 588 стор.
...happiness should not be so fine ; and my solitude is sublime. Then, instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home, the roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through my window panes are my children. The mighty abstract idea of beauty in all things I have, stifles the... | |
 | 1849 - 636 стор.
...happiness should not be so fine; and my solitude is sublime. Then, instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home, the roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through my window panes are my children. The mighty abstract idea of beauty in all things I have, stifles the... | |
 | 1850 - 540 стор.
...last night the moon had dwindled in heaven, from disgust at Devonshire scenery." Again he writes, " There is a sublimity to welcome me home, the roaring of the wind is my wife ; the stars through my window panes are my children ; the mighty abstract idea of Beauty in all things,... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1852 - 228 стор.
...my happiness would not be, so fine ; my solitude is sublime : for instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home : — the...window-panes are my children ; the mighty abstract of beauty, in all things, I have, stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness. An amiable... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1876 - 432 стор.
...my happiness would not be, so fine ; my solitude is sublime : for instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home,— the roaring...windowpanes are my children ; the mighty abstract of beauty in all things I have, stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness. An amiable... | |
 | J. W. Appleton - 1879 - 216 стор.
...rather my happiness would not be so fine. My solitude is sublime, for instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home : the roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through the window panes are my children ; the mighty abstract of beauty, in all things we have, stifles the... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 416 стор.
...happiness should not be, so } fine ; my solitude is sublime — for, instead of what I have ( described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home ; the/ roaring...window-panes are my children ; the mighty abstract Idea1' of Beauty in all things, I have, stifles the more divided,' and minute domestic happiness. An... | |
 | John Keats - 1884 - 310 стор.
...happiness should not be, so fine ; my solitude is sublime— for, instead of what I have described, there is a sublimity to welcome me home ; the roaring of the wind is my wife ; and the stars through the window-panes are my children ; the mighty abstract Idea of Beauty in all things, I have, stifles... | |
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