 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pagini
...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so d. • inc. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing...the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or wave*, or mountains ) What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind 2 what ignorance of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagini
...divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match 'd with thine would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want....what ignorance of pain ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 pagini
...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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagini
...Rain-n wakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass : * * * * What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or « aves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or-plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagini
...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture во divine Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some bidden want What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain f What fields, or waves, or mountains... | |
 | 1835 - 598 pagini
...Bird thou never wert ! That from Heaven, or near it, Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chauut, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel, there is some hidden wnnt ! What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains, What... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pagini
...surpass. What 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 Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pagini
...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagini
...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagini
...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...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... | |
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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... 
