 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...  Select Poems of Shelley - Pàgina 178per Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 387 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pàgines
...there is some hidden want. What objects are 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 pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...'d with thine would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. these liFXq / ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain Î What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? ligion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest...heaven with slaves ! Thou faintest all thou look's Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we moríais dream, Or how... | |
 | 1835 - 598 pàgines
...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 shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pàgines
...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 - 336 pàgines
...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...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 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...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... | |
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