 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...hound tremble tbou «hilt-"«* 410 162 163 XXXVIII. Nor let us- weep lhat our delight ¡a fled Kar \ x> — l)ust to the dust! hut the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 страници
...: Hot shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt — as now. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion kites that scream bclnw ; He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead , Thou canst not soar where... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 страници
...; Hot shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou shall— as now. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion kites that scream below ; He wakes or sleeps with the enduring &»&•, Thou canst not soar... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 страници
...Shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt — as now. xxxnn. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these earrion-kites that scream below : He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou eanst not soar where... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 988 страници
...should have fill'd its crescent sphere, The monsters of life's waste had fled from thee like deer. ***** Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from...with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he if sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1841 - 456 страници
...should have fill'd its crescent sphere, The monsters of life's waste had fled from thee like deer. ***** Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from...; He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou ranst not soar where he is sitting now. Dost to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 страници
...with expectation of the song. Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung xxxvn. XXXVIII. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion-kites Ihat scream below; He wakes or sleeps wnh the enduring dead ; Thou cans! not soar where he is Kitting... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 страници
...Shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou ehalt — asnow. XXIVIII. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from...where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the purg spirit shall flow Bjicjvjo the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 страници
...shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And lik» a beaten hound tremble thou shalt — as now. xxxvni. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion-kites that scream below j He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 страници
...shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt — as now. XXXVIII. Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion-kites that scream below j He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to... | |
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He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now — Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow... 
