 What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...  School Work - Сторінка 3671903Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 стор.
...keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 стор.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain Î What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | 1837 - 418 стор.
...of manhood is but the idle " crackling of thorns under the pot" in comparison. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are (hose that tell of saddest thought." 248 FLOWERS OF FICTION. 249 And yet, despite even their glee,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 стор.
...of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 стор.
...clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou...thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look hefore and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow...satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream... | |
 | Johann Sporschil - 1838 - 510 стор.
...wings to fly away, And mix with their eternal ray. . {Byron.) . Waking or asleep, Thou of elm! ¡i must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such crystal stream ? (Percy Bysshc Shelley.) Rememberest thou the hour we past, That hour the happiest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 стор.
...mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou fcvest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 стор.
...what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad...Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or howcould thy notes flowin such a crystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not... | |
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