 A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!  Papers on Literature and Art - Страница 87по Margaret Fuller - 1846Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1833 - 420 страници
...well known state of mind described in the following passage from the ode, entitled " Dejection." " A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...natural outlet, no relief In word or sigh or tear. " The Ancient Mariner " is so full of beauties that we find it difficult to make a selection. The description... | |
 | 1833 - 422 страници
...passage from the ode, entitled " Dejection." " A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stilled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief In word or sigh or tear. " The Ancient Mariner " is so full of beauties that we find it difficult to make a selection. The description... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 страници
...in his ' Ode on Dejection,' one of the most characteristic and beautiful of his lyric poems : — ' A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...wooed, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have Have I been gazing on the western sky And its peculiar tint of yellow green ; And still I gaze —... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 596 страници
...his ' Ode on Dejection,' one of the most characteristic and beautiful of his lyric poems • — ' A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...relief, In word, or sigh, or tear : — O Lady ! in this van and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed, All this long eve, so balmy and... | |
 | 1834 - 512 страници
...Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give. Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live ! A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - 312 страници
...now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live ! n. A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — 0 Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long... | |
 | 1834 - 896 страници
...philosophically.and illustrated most poetically, a great and universal ly-ackno wledged Truth. Here it is : — ' A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In woid, or sigh, or tear— ... ..'••.• 0 Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 274 страници
...in the spirit in which it is bestowed. Fearful and enduring is that canker-worm of the soul, that ' Grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled,...natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear.' " I sometimes think I shall write a book on the duties of women, more especially to their husbands.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 286 страници
...canker-worm of the soul, that ' Grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassiohed grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear.' " I sometimes think I shall write a book on the duties of women, more especially to their husbands.... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 страници
...it. — A grief without a pang, void, dark, and dear ! A stifled, drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, That finds no natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear ! O dearest lady ! in this heartless mood, To other thoughts by yon sweet throstle, woo'd ! All this long... | |
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