 This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.  The Southern Review - Страница 371831Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1817 - 708 страници
...Which makes me shrink from immortality— A future like the past I cannot rest, I know not what I ask, nor what I seek: I feel but what thou art, and what...still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hushed boughs, And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 98 страници
...makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...voice which was my music — Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs, And woke the... | |
 | 1817 - 670 страници
...makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...The voice which was my music — Speak to me ! For 1 have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds frotn the hush'd boughs, u... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 страници
...deadliest sin lo love as we have loved. The voice which was my music — Speak to me? For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering...hush'd boughs, And woke the mountain wolves, and made th« caves Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name, Which answered me The spectre at last pronounces... | |
 | 1817 - 694 страници
...shrink from immortality— A future like the past. I cannot rest, I know not what I ask, nor what 1 seek : I feel but what thou art — and what I am; And I would hear yet once before I peiiah. The voice which was my music— Speak 1* me! For I have called on tliee in the still night,... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 страници
...were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved. The voice which was my music— Speak to me! For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'4 boughs, And woke the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 210 страници
...makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what 1 ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...voice which was my music— Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs, And woke the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 страници
...Which makes me shrink from immortality— A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...voice which was my music — Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs, And woke the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1819 - 88 страници
...makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...before I perish .. . The voice which was my music — Speak^to_meJ_ For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 страници
...makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest. I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and...voice which was my music — Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night, Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs, And woke the... | |
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