 | Charles Lamb - 1852 - 684 страници
...happiness. The mind, that occan, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it crcates, be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome ; two pipes toothI some ; bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and clape its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1853 - 716 страници
...the mind from pleasure leas Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean where each kind Poes straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at юте fruit-tree's mossy root, ruó* 1649 S MH II Г.1 n.KR. Casting the body's vest aside, My soul... | |
 | 1854 - 362 страници
...melons, as I pass, Ensnar'd with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind, that ocean...body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : Here, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared... | |
 | Cyclopaedia, Henry Gardiner Adams - 1854 - 762 страници
...all but rude In this delicious solitude. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, As at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1855 - 798 страници
...on melons, as 1 pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 страници
...on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind, that ocean,...resemblance find, Yet it creates, transcending these, Par other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1855 - 624 страници
...on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find , Yel it creates, transcending these. Far other worlds and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1856 - 408 страници
...flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The rnind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 408 страници
...melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness;— The mind, that ocean...My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1857 - 380 страници
...on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a... 
