 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 стор.
...poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous...her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung." THE BLIND MAN'S LAY. " AT times Allan felt as if his blindness were a llessing— for it forced him... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 стор.
...poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous...fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, THE BLIND MAN'S LAY. " AT times Allan felt as if his blindness were a blessing — for it forced him... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...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 - 1846 - 340 стор.
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n' as erthly wight... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 стор.
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n' as erthly wight... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 стор.
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 стор.
...Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none...her might. And be among her cloudy trophies hung. Samuel Lover. T\OWN by the river's bank I stray'd Upon an Autumn day ; Beside the fading forest there,... | |
 | University of Sydney - 1853 - 810 стор.
...days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the taint Olympians, (/) . . seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine. (y) Thou knowest ray praise of nuture most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjured up To serve... | |
 | 1854 - 362 стор.
...Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none...strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate floe ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might. And be among her cloudy trophies hung. Samuel... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1854 - 626 стор.
...dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must part, And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine." Sebastian del Piombo is admired for the wonderful art which he displayed in one of his portraits, repre-enting... | |
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She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine... 
