 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...those heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All . childless Mother, 0 Teach us, spiite or bird, What sweet thoughts arc thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 страници
...overflows her bower. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers — All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain 1 What fields, or waves, or mountains 1 What shapes... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страници
...these heavy-winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All . Teach us, sprite or bird, \Yrhat sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 страници
...these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass. Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All o h Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thievea Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or. wine... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Rain-awakened flowers, Ml that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...heavy-winged thieves. XII. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. XIII. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard* Praise of love... | |
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Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 
