 | Charles Lamb - 1871 - 484 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,... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 страници
...wiH grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. 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 - 1872 - 582 страници
...Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers I Ml 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, still prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | John Symons - 1872 - 188 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...other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. There at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 562 страници
...as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. 40 Yet it creates — transcending these — 45 Far other worlds and other seas ; (Annihilating all...sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, 50 Casting the bodie's vest aside, My soul into the houghs does glide : There, like a bird it sits,... | |
 | Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 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...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,... | |
 | Abraham Holroyd - 1873 - 228 страници
...melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. 10 Meanwhile thc mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness ; — The mind, that...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,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 страници
...melons, as I pass, Insuared 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, Tl"-n whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight,... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 страници
...on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile th9 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,... | |
 | 1876 - 564 страници
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight...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,... | |
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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... 
