 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have...even as the trees That whisper round a temple become won Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon. The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is ihe grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have...from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essence* For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as... | |
 | 1840 - 528 pàgines
...whispers him so pantingly and close ? Peona, his sweet sister : of all those, His friends, the dearest — Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour : no, even as the trees — to entice My stumbling down the monstrous precipice — No higher bard than simple maidenhood,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 pàgines
...fair musk-rose bloonuAnd such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unlo us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even... | |
 | 1845 - 260 pàgines
...sprinkling affair musk-rose, blooms : And such, too, is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have...immortal drink Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink." This is the rich imagery of one whose soul was susceptible of the faintest and most delicate of her... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 pàgines
...sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms. And such, too, is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined of the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard...read. An endless fountain of immortal drink Pouring into us from the heaven's brink. His verse flows like an unruffled stream, and surfeits with its sweetness.... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 pàgines
...; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tajes that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto UB from the heaven's brink. [M»KL Nor do we merely feel these ee«:ces For one short hour ; no, erea... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 pàgines
...grandeur of the dooms All lovely tales that we have heard or read : We have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto...essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees B 2 That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pàgines
...with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have...immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's hriiil. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees Thnt whisper... | |
 | 1852 - 214 pàgines
...classic embodiments of men and things, of which it may be quaintly said, that they are in themselves " An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink." If however, we turn occasionally to the Journals of a date far antecedent, we necessarily find them... | |
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Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal... 
