 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 стор.
...Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread : For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise. of THE PAINS OF... | |
 | 1820 - 876 стор.
...Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I could build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread ; For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank the milk of paradise." A'uMa Slum. Can... | |
 | James Lyon (of Fairhaven, Vermont) - 486 стор.
...That with music loud and long I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread : For he on honey dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise." THE NATIONAL... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 стор.
...dulcimer she played, Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And nil fthoutd cry, Beware! Beware! Hi» flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes wilh holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP.... | |
 | 1831 - 484 стор.
...North, titling enthroned with the " Standard" [newspapw] in his hand— the ewptre of his power. " Beware, beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair. Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread ; For he on honey dew hath fed, Aud drank the milk of Paradise." There Is a literary... | |
 | 1831 - 486 стор.
...beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair. Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread; For he on honey dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise." There is a literary domicile in St Andrew Squan the birth-place of the Waverley Novels, and (second... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...cayes of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all bhould cry. Beware! Beware!. HU fishing O, uncontrollable ! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The co eyes with holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP.... | |
 | 1831 - 472 стор.
...the " Standard" [newspaper] in bis hand— the sceptre of his power, " Beware, beware ! His Hashing eyes, his floating hair. Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread ; For he on honey dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise." There is a literary... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 376 стор.
...Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long I would build...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread ; For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank of the milk of Paradise. If horrible... | |
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Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there,... 
