 The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening...  The Dublin Review - Side 155redigeret af - 1848Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No, — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever hi a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848 - 324 sider
...human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd...still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever — or else swoon to death.* * Another reading : — Half-passionless, and so swoon on to death.... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 414 sider
...human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd...still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever — or else swoon to death.* » Another reading : — Half-passionless, and so swoon on to death.... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 420 sider
...shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon...still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.* * Another reading:— Half-passionless, and so swoon on to death. /'... | |
 | 1852 - 302 sider
...snow upon the mountains and the moorg — • No— yet still siedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever...swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest. Still, still lo hear her tender taken breath, And so live ever— or else swoon to death. which was the last he... | |
 | Biographical magazine - 1853 - 586 sider
...the moors — • No— yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripeniug breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,...Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear hortender taken brcath, And so live ever — or else swoon to death. which was the last he ever wrote.... | |
 | 1856 - 864 sider
...mounUiiny ami the moors — No— yet »tUl stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fairlove'a ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and...for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender taken breath, And so live ever — ur else swoon to deaUi. which was the last he ever wrote.... | |
 | John Keats - 1859 - 524 sider
...Pillow'd upon my feir love's ripening breast, To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake forever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever — or else swoon to death.* * Another reading: — Half-passionless, and so swoon on to death.... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 sider
...the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless Eremite, No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon...still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever,—or else swoon to death. J. Keats cxcix THE TERROR OF DEATH When I have fears that I may cease... | |
 | Sir John Skelton - 1862 - 512 sider
...snow upon the mountains and the moors, — No, — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever...still, to hear her tender-taken breath And so live ever — or else swoon to death. How the star-sheen on the tremulous tide, and that white death-like... | |
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