 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?  The Metropolitan - Side 641835Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 sider
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sider
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. upon ! — the stars, Which on thy cradle beam'd so brightly sweet, Were g moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain 1 What fields, or waves, or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? 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 Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 sider
...cannot be : 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...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream I We look before and niter, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Johann Sporschil - 1838 - 510 sider
...wings to fly away, And mix with their eternal ray. . {Byron.) . Waking or asleep, Thou of elm! ¡i must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such crystal stream ? (Percy Bysshc Shelley.) Rememberest thou the hour we past, That hour the happiest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sider
...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 kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...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 he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 sider
...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 ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 sider
...eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or howcould thy notes flowin such a crystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 sider
...eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how eould thy notes flow in sueh a erystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not :... | |
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