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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... "
The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ... - Страница 260
по William Martin - 1838 - 348 страници
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

1863 - 438 страници
...with thine, would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest...

Problems in human nature, by the author of 'Morning clouds'.

Anne Judith Penny - 1863 - 190 страници
...says Bacon ; who thinks to be so now ? Perhaps one or two of those whom the * ' We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter...is fraught, Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." world calls dreamers : but the ambition of Alfieri* would be strange to many of...

Choice specimens of English literature, selected and arranged by T.B. Shaw ...

Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 страници
...with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance La,iguor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou...

Pitman's Popular Lecturer and Reader, Том 9

1864 - 402 страници
...with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ! With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be : . Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou...

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 744 страници
...with thine would be all But an empty vannt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want xv. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain)...waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain? That love of thioe own kind I what ignorance of pnin ! m. With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot...

The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Complete and Practical Treatise on ...

Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 страници
...with thine would bo all but an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 15. What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? 1(5. With thy clear keen joyance languor can not be : Shadow of annoyance never came near thee :...

Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 страници
...are thine; I have never heard praise of love or wine that panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain?...what love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? PB SHELLEY 212 EPISTLE TO GAY WHO HAD CONGRATULATED HIM ON FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS A1 , friend!...

Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 страници
...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest...

Golden Leaves from the British Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 страници
...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shades of annoyance Never come near thee : Thou...

Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 страници
...but an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. * * * We look before and after, and pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. * * * Teach me half the gladness that thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness...




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