 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 1016 страници
...Wrapt in one blaze ; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramius, sit and smile. How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...mountains? Are the waves Without a spirit? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; — they woo and clasp us to their... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 страници
...same, Wrapt in one blaze; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramins, sit and smile. dropping cavea Without a feeling in their silent tears ¥ No, BU;— they woo and clasp us to their... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 страници
...аи'Wrapt in one blaze ; the pure, yet fuoer»! pile. Where gentle hearts, like Brnmin«, «t and smile. How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...Nature's universal throne. Her woods, her wilds, her water«, the ¡nteaK Reply of her* to our intelligence! Live not the stars and mountain« f Are lV... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1827 - 92 страници
...hath gone With a sigh as it pass'd on : I care not tho' it perish With a thought I then did cherish. How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne ; Her woods — her wilds—her mountains— the intense Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence ! jjiN youth have I known one... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 страници
...universal throne, Her woods, her wilds, her walers, the intense Heply oí hers to our intelligence 1 Live not the stars and mountains? Are the waves Without a spirit? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears? No, no :— they woo and clasp us to their... | |
 | Henri Benjamin de Constant de Rebecque - 1830 - 902 страници
...ici. How often we forget ail time , when lone , Admiring nature's universal thronc, Her woods , hcr wilds , her waters , the intense Reply of hers to...drooping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? « TVo , no. They woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Ils... | |
 | Charles Hodge - 1831 - 612 страници
...heart a misanthrope, in language a blasphemer, and in life a debauchee—could thus feel and write : " How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring nature's...mountains? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping eaves No—no—they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Without a feeling in their silent... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 478 страници
...same, Wrapt in one blaze; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramins, sit and smile, How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...mountains? Are the waves Without a spirit? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears? No, no;— they woo and clasp us to their spheres,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 страници
...Wrapt in one blaze ; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramins, sit and smile. How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ?. Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears? No, no : — they woo and clasp us to their... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 страници
...Wrapt in one blaze ; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramins, sit and smile. How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears? No, no : — they woo and clasp us to their... | |
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Live not the stars and mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour, and merge our soul... 
