 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell f$, To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu...over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 't is buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music... | |
 | 1862 - 512 стор.
...oft-times hath Charm' d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and... | |
 | 1842 - 504 стор.
...oft-times hath Charm' il magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. KEATS. 4l7 Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 стор.
...Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; rlom ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee tp my sole self! lieu ! the faney cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. lieu !... | |
 | Readings - 1843 - 466 стор.
...oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back...the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep ? ROBIN... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 стор.
...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. e pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered...summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I hill-stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley's glades : Was it a vision... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me...plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the hill-stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley's glades : Was it a vision... | |
 | 1895 - 862 стор.
...the wealth of melody could not fail to awaken a corresponding wealth of thought ; but even now the plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over...deep In the next valley-glades ; Was it a vision or a waking-dream ? To return to the ode whose subject cansed this digression. The poem opens with a description... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 стор.
...oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faerv lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my soul's self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu !... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy laud forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me...over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 't is buried deep In the next valley -glades : Was it a vision or a waking dream ? Fled is that music... | |
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Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep? 
