 Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue...  Shelley and His Writings - Pàgina 242per Charles S. Middleton - 1858Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 372 pàgines
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 574 pàgines
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet... | |
 | 1825 - 498 pàgines
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their rather and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet... | |
 | 1825 - 494 pàgines
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...sun smiles brighlly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. XXXIII. : : And a light spear topped with a cypress cone. Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yel dripping... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 pàgines
...we speak TS it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. His head was hound with pansies over-blown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear topped... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 pàgines
...we speak Ta it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break His head was hound with panaies over-blown. And faded violets, while, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear topped... | |
 | Englishmen - 1837 - 286 pàgines
...And his own thoughts along that rugged wsy Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a eypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pàgines
...sun smiles brightly : on a check The life ean burn in blood, even while the heart may break. XXXIII. His head was bound with pansies over-blown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 pàgines
...we speak Is it not broken 1 On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break....overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear, topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping... | |
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