 Virtue ! when thy clime I seek, Let not my spirit's flight be weak : Let me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow And plunge again to depths below. But, when I leave the grosser throng With...  Rural Sports - Страница 242по William Barker Daniel - 1813Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
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...me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow, And plunge again to depths below; But, when...so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there ! EPISTLE II.... | |
 | William Barker Daniel - 1813 - 568 страници
...me not, like this feeble Thing, With Brine still dropping from its Wing, Just sparkle in the solar Glow, And plunge again to Depths below. But when I...Fish, and Fishing, will terminate. Where is CARE to be lost'? where is HEALTH to befound? Where is Labour with Quiet incessantly crown'd ? Where does Pride... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 страници
...grosser throng With whom my soul hath dwelt.to long, Let me , in Ihat aspiring dayt Cast every lingering stain away, . And , panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there l *) An den fliegenden Fisch. Wenn ich deine Schwimtnflügel am Abend über die blauen Wogen springen... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 344 страници
...me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow And plunge again to depths below ; But, when...so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there ! EPISTLE II.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 348 страници
...me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow And plunge again to depths below ; But, when I leave the grosser throng With whom ray soul hath dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 340 страници
...dropping from its wing-. Just sparkle in the solar glow, And plunge again to depths below ; But, when 1 leave the grosser throng With whom my soul hath dwelt...so long. Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering strain away. And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there ! EPISTLE II.... | |
 | 1826 - 434 страници
...me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its win^. Just sparkle in the solar glow, And plunge again to depths below; But, when...for thy purer air, Fly up at once, and fix me there. MEDORA'S DEATH. Lord Byron. 64 BEAUTIES OF THE MODERN POETS. He turned not—spoke not, sunk not—fixed... | |
 | 1826 - 492 страници
...With brine still dropping from its wing. Just sparkle in the solar glow, And plunge again to doubts below : But, when I leave the grosser throng With whom my soul has dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 страници
...grosser throng With whom my soul halh dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and Hi me there ! EPISTLE II. TO MISS M E. г«ом nouout, IR Tiietnu. üovixaii, i8oí. Ь days, my Kale,... | |
 | 1828 - 398 страници
...me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow, And plunge again to depths below: But, when I leave the grosser throng With whom my son! hath dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every ling'ring stain away, And, panting... | |
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