...whose banks the youth is lying, contains a wild, and solemn, and mysterious foreboding of dissolution. O stream ! Whose source is inaccessibly profound, Whither do thy mysterious waters tend ? Thou imagest my life. Thy darksome stillness. Thy dazzling waves, thy loud and hollow gulphs, Thy...

...whose banks the youth is lying, contains a wild, and solemn, and mysterious foreboding of dissolution. O stream ! Whose source is inaccessibly profound, Whither do thy mysterious waters tend ? Thou imagest my life. Thy darksome stillness, Thy dazzling wavts, thy loud and hollow gulphs, Thy...

...banks the youth is lying, contains a wild, and solemn, and mysterious foreboding of dissolution. " O stream ! Whose source is inaccessibly profound, Whither do thy mysterious waters tend ? Thou imagest my life. Thy darksome stillness, Thy dazzling waves, thy loud and hollow gulfs, Thy...

...of the dell. — The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flow'd. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the potish'd stones It danced, like childhood laughing as it went : Then through the plain in tranquil...

...of the dell.— The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many ti green ravine Beneath the forest flow'd. polish'd stones It danced, like childhood laughing a* it went: Then through the plain in tranquil wanderings...

[ El contingut d’aquesta pàgina està restringit ]

...sound of " the rivulet," that " Wanton and wild through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flow'd. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony, Dark and profound. Now on the polish 'd stones It danced, like childhood, laughing as it went ; Then through the plain in tranquil...

...the dell. — The rivulet Wanlon and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flovv'd. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. IS'ow on Ihe polish'd stones It danced, like childhood laughing as it went : Then through the plain...

...to the light That shone within his soul, he went, pursuing The windings of the dell. — The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath...herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness. — " 0 stream ! Whose source is inaccessibly profound, Whither do thy mysterious waters tend ? Thou...

...to the light That shone within his soul, he went, pursuing The windings of the dell. — The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath...went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings Refleeting every herb and drooping bud [crept, That overhung its quietness. — " O stream ! Whose...