 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | 1799 - 618 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of lovs And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful, that an AprfiVnight Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul... | |
 | 1799 - 614 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful, that эп April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 страници
...lore; we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full'soul Of all its music! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance 1 Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 страници
...: we may not thus profane Nature's 'sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...notes, • As he were fearful that an April night IV Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 страници
...lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 страници
...Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyaucel 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, nad hurries, and precipitates, With fast thick warble,...notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be loo short for him to utter forth His lovechant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! &prfl23.... | |
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Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music... 
