 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pàgines
...keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | 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 ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pàgines
...clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou...thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look hefore and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...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...satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream... | |
 | Johann Sporschil - 1838 - 510 pàgines
...wings to fly away, And mix with their eternal ray. . {Byron.) . Waking or asleep, Thou of elm! ¡i must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such crystal stream ? (Percy Bysshc Shelley.) Rememberest thou the hour we past, That hour the happiest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...or mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou fcvest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pàgines
...what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad...Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or howcould thy notes flowin such a crystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pàgines
...what ignoranee of pain! With thy elear keen joyanee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad...Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how eould thy notes flow in sueh a erystal stream! We look before and after, And pine for what is not :... | |
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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... 
