 Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch...  The Music of Nature - Сторінка 434автори: William Gadiner - 1841Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1804 - 444 стор.
...nights, Wherein you spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to sce't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes, S A sigh, that piercing, mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground ; A tongue chained up —... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 стор.
...spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, 0 sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms and fixed...eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies; A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue cham'd up without a sound* Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 308 стор.
...Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only Melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1811 - 446 стор.
...your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed...eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound. Fountain heads, and pathless groves,... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 630 стор.
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh tliut piercing mortifies, A look that's thsteu'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound... | |
 | John Walker - 1811 - 568 стор.
...impression by which we are immediately influenced. Hence in a state of MF.LANCHOLV most welcome are, Folded arms, and fixed eyes ; A sigh, that piercing mortifies ; A look that's fasten' d to the ground ; A tongue chaiu'd up without a tound; Fountain heads, and pathless groves,... | |
 | Ben Jonson, Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 620 стор.
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this lite sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, \ sigh that pierciiiL' mortifies, A look that's fasteu'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 492 стор.
...men were wise to sec 't, • " But only melancholy ; '* Oh, sweetest melancholy ! " Welcome, foiled arms, and fixed eyes, " A sigh that piercing mortifies, " A look that's fasten'd to the ground, " Л tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! " Fountain heads, and pathless groves, " Places which pale... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 494 стор.
...arc the nights " Wherein you spend your folly ! i' There 's nought in this life sweet, .'.' If men were wise to see 't, ' * But only melancholy; " Oh, sweetest melancholy! " Welcome, foUed arms, and fiied eyes, " A sigh that piercing mortifica, ».' Л look that 's fasten'd to the... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 500 стор.
...short as are the nights " Wherein you spend your folly ! " There 's nought in this life sweet, " If men were wise to see 't, «' But only melancholy; " Oh, sweetest melancholy! " Welcome, foMcd arms, and fixed eyes, " A sigh that piercing mortifies, " A look that's fasten'd to the ground,... | |
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