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" HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own ; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment  "
The Eclectic Review - Side 235
redigeret af - 1817
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The Churchman's shilling magazine and family treasury, conducted by ..., Bind 22

Robert Hall Baynes - 1878
...group. "Then I decide for the brow of the high field yonder, under the old elm tree," said Ralph. " ' To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant." That's the sort of thing I prefer when I can get it, Mrs. Cuff," he added, turning to the portly, rosy-cheeked...
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The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to Tennyson

Samuel Carter Hall - 1868
...romances blent Yet do I sometimes feel a langnishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit npon an Alp as on a throne. And half forget what world...worldling meant. Happy is England, sweet her artless danghters ; Enongh their simple loveliness for me, Enongh their whitest arms in silence clinging :...
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THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN KEATS.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL - 1871
...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent ; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...me, Enough their whitest arms, in silence clinging: XVIII. THE HUMAN SEASONS. FOUR. Seasons fill the measure of the year ; There are four seasons in the...
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ...

Casket - 1874
...worldling meant Hiippy i« England ! sweet her artlees daughters . Enough their eimple loveliness for nie, Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging: Yet do I often warmly burn to uee Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing. And float with them about the cummer wnten !...
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Fraser's Magazine, Bind 89

1874
...pursuit, an evergnawing desire for the beloved mountains. For myself, whenever, as I often do, I vent ... an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, it is accompanied, as in Keats' sonnet, by 'a languishment for skies Italian.' The bright recollections...
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Fraser's Magazine, Bind 9

1874
...pursuit, an evergnawing desire for the beloved mountains. For myself, whenever, as I often do, I vent ... an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, it is accompanied, as in Keats' sonnet, by ' a languishment for skies Italian.' The bright recollections...
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Italian Alps: Sketches in the Mountains of Ticino, Lombardy, the Trentino ...

Douglas William Freshfield - 1875 - 385 sider
...suit, an ever-gnawing desire for the beloved mountains. For myself, whenever, as I often do, I vent . an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne it is accompanied, as in Keats' sonnet, by ' a languishment for skies Italian.' The bright recollections...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Bind 5

Robert Chambers - 1879
...are blown . Through its tall woods with high romances blent Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment i For skies Italian, and an inward groan *, To sit upon an Alp as on a throne. And half forgot what world or worldling meant. Happy is England, sweet her artless danghters ; i Enough their...
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Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical ..., Bind 5–6

Robert Chambers - 1880
...laugulehment For skies Italian, aud an inward groan To »it npon an Alp as on a throne. And half forgot what world or worldling meant. Happy is England, sweet...whitest arms in silence clinging: Yet do I often warmly bnrn to see Beauties of deeper glance and hear their singing, And float with them about their summer...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1884 - 416 sider
...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...loveliness for me, Enough their whitest arms in silence (dinging : Yet do I often warmly burn to see SLEEP AND POETRY As I lay in my led sltpefull unnute Was...
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