 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 страници
...keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains tpq / Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...fountains Of thy happy strain f What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain Î grim. This night we must away ! moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | 1835 - 598 страници
...waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ! We look before and after And pine for what is not, Our sincerest laughter,... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 страници
...or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ! We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страници
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 страници
...what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad...Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or howcould thy notes flowin such a crystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not... | |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near... 
