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" I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. "
Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... - Страница 283
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 80

1856 - 834 страници
...Every reader of poetry, we may assume, is acquainted with Shelley's exquisite song, commencing — " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright ;" and also with Byron's— " There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee, And like...

The Liberal: Verse and Prose from the South, Томове 1–2

1822 - 628 страници
...own face, and does not make her rhymes. SONG, WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISK from dreams of thce In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me, Who knows how ? To...

Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 страници
...elate and gay, I hastened to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it!—Oh! to whom? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent...

The Oriental herald and colonial review [ed. by J.S. Buckingham]., Том 11

James Silk Buckingham - 1826 - 676 страници
...succeeding Number. SONG WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAN AIR. By the late Mr. SheUey. I ARISE from dreams of tliee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me, Who knows how ? To...

The Oriental Herald, Том 11

1826 - 696 страници
...succeeding Number. SONG WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAN AIR. By the late Mr. Shelley. 1 ARISE from dreams of Ihee In the first sweet sleep of night. When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me. Who knows how ? To...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 страници
...with a transition less startling. The following Lines to an Indian Air, make an exquisite serenade. " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how " To thy chamber-window, sweet ! " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak...

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 страници
...kiss the sea ; What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me ? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I AKISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window sweet. The Champak odours fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint,...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 страници
...with a transition less startling. The following Lines to an Indian Air, make an exquisite serenade. " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how ? To thy chamber-window, sweet! " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 страници
...damning stains away. Literary Gazette. SONG, WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAN AIR. BY THE LATE PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. I ARISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, ' And a spirit, in my feet, Hath led me, — who knows...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 страници
...damning stains away. Literary Gazette. SOXG, WRITTEN FOB AN INDIAN AIR. BY THE LATE PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. I ARISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit, in my feet, Hath led me, — who knows how...




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