 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 sider
...keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death...true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sider
...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Tbou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after. And pine for what is not Our sincerest... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 sider
...As when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sider
...fountains Of thy happy strain f What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain Î grim. This night we must away ! moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | 1835 - 598 sider
...waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things...and deep, Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ! We look before and after And pine for what is not, Our sincerest... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers — All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sider
...hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own...satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 sider
...I What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance...: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou fcvest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 sider
...hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own...kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew... | |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near... 
