| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy tiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his a mute and uncomplaining steep; For he U gone, where all things wise and fair Descend : — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...is dead ! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep ! Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed C ! Lament anew, Urania ! — He died. Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely,... | |
| Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 pàgines
...Adonais—he is dead I Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like...feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania!—He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal... | |
| Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 pàgines
...he is dead ! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like...uncomplaining sleep ; For he is gone, where all things wise aiid fair Descend $ — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air ;... | |
| 1835 - 598 pàgines
...quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy fond heart keep •• Like his, a mute aud uncomplaining sleep, For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Yes ! he is gone — the observed of all observers, the sensitive, the pure, the intelIeciud Adonais... | |
| John Carne, William Purser - 1836 - 210 pàgines
...he is dead ! Wake, melancholy goddess, wake and weep, Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning hed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep. To that high capital, where kingly death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came, and bought,... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...Yet wherefore i Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, I ,iki- his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep : For he is gone,...not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to ihc vital air; Death feeds on his mule voice, and laughs at our despair. IV. Most musical of mourners,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pàgines
...is dead ! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep ! Yet wherefore ! Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like...his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. Iv. Most musieal of mourners, weep again ! Lament anew, Urania ! — He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pàgines
...is dead ! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep ! Yet wherefore! (¿uench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like...Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on hia mute voice, and laughs at our despair. TV, Most musical of mourners, weep again ! Lament anew,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pàgines
...is dead ! Wake, melaneholy Mother, wake and weep ! Yet wherefore ! Queneh within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uneomplaining sleep ; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Deseend : — oh, dream not that... | |
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