 Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up...  The modern reader and speaker - Side 186af David Charles Bell - 1856Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 sider
...from thee to my sole self! . , . . .- • . Adieu' the fancy cannot cheat so well A« ehe is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive...hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep ' In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waiting dream ! Fled ia that music: — Do Г wake or sleep} The... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music :— Do I wake or sleep ? JOHN... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 sider
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 sider
...forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self 1 Adieu 1 the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep ? Tus... | |
 | 1826 - 638 sider
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 sider
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Fast the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 sider
...magic casement, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley -glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ?... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! — the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream 1 Fled is that music ! — Do I wake or sleep 1"... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 sider
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ?... | |
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