Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! MacMillan's Magazine - Side 342redigeret af - 1860Fuld visning - Om denne bog
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sider
...thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal lone. Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me* impetuous one! Drive... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sider
...chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. V. SHELLEY'S POETICAL WORKS. one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withcr'd leaves, to quicken я new birth! And,... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of the mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 sider
...: j What if my leaves are falling like its own! | The tumuli of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My ipiril ! Be thou me, impetuous one .' Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 sider
...bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fieree, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 sider
...swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its owu ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from...though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! lie thou me, impetuous oue ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 sider
...thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies...thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ; And, by... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 580 sider
...Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumults of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep...thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ; And by... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 450 sider
...bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies EE 2 Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce My spirit... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 sider
...bow'd One loo like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V. i Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal lone, Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My... | |
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