 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 стор.
...bitter ingredient in the sweetest draught, and could always say of the " Goddess sage and holy," " She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy,...the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1839 - 452 стор.
...and could always say of the "goddess sage and holy," " She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that mnst die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding...bee-mouth sips ; Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...shows. Imprison her soft hand, and let her rave. And feed deep, deep upon her peerlen еусч. She dwells with Beauty— Beauty that must die ; . And...aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouih sips : Ay. in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...shows. Imprison her soft hand, and let her mve, And feed deep, deep upon her pcerlc« cyeч. 597 She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And...his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Tuming to poison while the bee-mouth sipe : Ay. in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And...tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; SLEEP AND FOETRY. As I lay in my bed slepc full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 стор.
...hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his...shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 стор.
...Melancholy has her sovrnn shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can hurst Joy's gmpe against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might. And he among her cloudy trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my hed siepe full uumcte Was unto... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 414 стор.
...rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ;" and which essentially " lives in Beauty — Beauty that must die, And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu." The first stanza, therefore, was the following : as grim a picture as Blake or Fuseli could have dreamed... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848 - 328 стор.
...rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ;" and which essentially " lives in Beauty — Beauty that must die, And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu." The first stanza, therefore, was the following : as grim a picture as Blake or Fuseli could have dreamed... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 420 стор.
...salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ;" and which essentially " lives in Beauty—Beauty that must die, And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu." The first stanza, therefore, was the following : as grim a picture as Blake or Fuseli could have dreamed... | |
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She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu... 
