 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 стор.
...melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight,... | |
 | 1821 - 724 стор.
...happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Doe« straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it create«, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sib and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | 1824 - 514 стор.
...on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 стор.
...with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happyness ; ose th' attempt Medusa with Gorgonian terror, guards fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1825 - 390 стор.
...melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight,... | |
 | 1825 - 392 стор.
...melons, as I pass, ), Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight,... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 стор.
...melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. - Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean...My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 стор.
...mind, that oeean where eaeh kind Dot-i straight its own resemblanee find ; Yet it ereates, transeending Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1835 - 432 стор.
...on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's slidmg foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 стор.
...on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind that ocean,...Far other worlds, and other seas ; Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. , Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some... | |
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a... 
