 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...until thought's melody Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again in look», ice, which makes Even the mud and slime of the warm...comfortable men Gather about great fire», and yet hums between them ; and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...drops quench kisses till they burn again. And we will talk, until thought's melody Become too sweet bums between them ; and the well» Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...again. And we will talk, until thought's melody Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, lo live again in looks, which dart With thrilling tone...eclipse The soul that burns between them ; and the well* Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pàgines
...words, to live again in looks, which dart With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart, Harmonising silence without a sound. Our breath shall intermix,...cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Sun. We shall become the... | |
 | 1839 - 798 pàgines
...situated as Shelley die, than those go feelingly expressed toward the saintly object of his sym. patby 1 ' Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our...words, eclipse The soul that burns between them.'" This is one way of dying certainly, but il is not the Christian way; and when Mr. Anderson's contributor... | |
 | The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction: VOL.XXXIII - 1839 - 446 pàgines
...Shelley, die, than those so feelingly expressed towards the saintly object of his sympathy : " Onr brealh shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips. With other eloquence thnn words, eclipse The soul that burns between them ; and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pàgines
...to live again in looks, whieh dart With thrilling tone into the voieeless heart, Harmonising silenee without a sound. Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms...our veins beat together ; and our lips, With other eloquenee than words, eelipse The soul that burns between them ; and the wells Whieh boil under our... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 pàgines
...drops quench kisses till they burn again. And we wiU talk, until thought's melody Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again...dart With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart, Harmonising silence without a sound. Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pàgines
...we will talk, until thought's melody Whose drops quench kisses till they bum again. Become loo sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again in looks, which dart With thrilling tone into the voi»eless heart, Harmonizing silence without a sound. Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pàgines
...drops quench kisses till they bum again. And we will talk, until thought's melody Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again...under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deckel life, shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Suru... | |
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Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them... 
