 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 стор.
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thou ght. Vet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, .and fear ; If...brain must know, • . • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PRINCE ATHANASE A FRAGMENT.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, eridge Belter than all measure* Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 стор.
...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...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world would listen then, as I am listening now." " A very pretty compliment,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...that tell of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom er tread, How calm and sweet the victories of life, How terrorlesfi the triumph of the grave ! arc Ibund, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground .' Teach me half the gladness That thy... | |
 | 1835 - 598 стор.
...not, Our sincerest laughter, With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?" Of those compositions which are purely descriptive, the well-known stanzas to the " Medusa of Leonardo... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 стор.
...is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near !' " By the middle of this month we shall lose sight entirely of that most airy, active, and indefatigable... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride,...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. si M ir.i. TAYLOR COLKRIDOE... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 стор.
...tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Mot to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 стор.
...know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Hotter than all treasures, That in books are found, Thy skill...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 стор.
...not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought . Yet if we could scorn Hate, and...Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books... | |
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Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. 
