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" Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. "
The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ... - Страница 253
по William Hone - 1827
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The Indicator, Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 страници
...from thee to my sole self! . , . . .- • . Adieu' the fancy cannot cheat so well A« ehe is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive...' In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waiting dream ! Fled ia that music: — Do Г wake or sleep} The Hyperion и a fragment,— a gigantic...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Том 10

1821 - 488 страници
...forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me hack from thee to my sole self! Adieu '. the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Ac idu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823 - 400 страници
...forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self 1 Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Pait the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next,...

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

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 страници
...bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. Adieu ! the Fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf ! Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades. Was it a vision, or a waking dream...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Том 2

William Hone - 1830 - 868 страници
...lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee" to my sole self ! Adieu 1 the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed...deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Fast the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Fast the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next...

National Lyrics, and Songs for Music

Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1834 - 374 страници
...dark pines mourn'd round, O'er the soldier's burial-rite. THE SWAN AND THE SKY-LARK. Adieu, adieu ! my plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over...and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades. KEATS. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou...

The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry ...

Harp - 1836 - 380 страници
...forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...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 ?...

Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 страници
...Forlorn ! — the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! — Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream 1 Fled is that music ! — Do I wake or sleep 1" JUNE. Lone wandering in a summer night, * The free-born...

Souvenirs of a summer in Germany in 1836 [by M.F. Dickson].

M F. Dickson - 1837 - 748 страници
...the music from the Pauline Brunnen reached us. We might have exclaimed in the language of Keats — " Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side; — and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream...




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