| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One loo like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. , for sails outspread, Two lovely children run an endless r arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 стор.
...and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of the mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 стор.
...swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fieree, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 стор.
...! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its owu ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 580 стор.
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too, like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumults of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone. Sweet though in sadness.... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 стор.
...heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One loo like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V. i Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal lone, Sweet, though in... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 стор.
...Л heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed Oue too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 стор.
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud . v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 стор.
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud. v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own 1 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 стор.
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud. v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.... | |
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