 I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering...  Tait's Edinburgh Magazine - Pàgina 333editat per - 1832Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Ernest Henley - 1897 - 438 pàgines
...frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. Percy Bysske Slullejr. 385 THE INDIAN SERENADE I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how ! To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | 1897 - 328 pàgines
...concerned, for the balance of the season. 2o6 Readings and Recitations. THE INDIAN SERENADE. BY SHELLEY. I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1897 - 410 pàgines
...emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. Lord Byron CCXV THE INDIAN SERENADE I arise from dreams ot Thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber-window, Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 512 pàgines
...of a prophecy ! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? 70 . 1819. THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? Tp thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 492 pàgines
...trumpet of a prophecy ! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? 1819. THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 496 pàgines
...of a prophecy ! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? 7^ 1819. * THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, Sweet! n. The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | 1899 - 386 pàgines
...— Love, I am thine, in life and death ! Oh, my love, dost thou love me ? — Friedrich Riickert. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how ? — ' To thy chamber-window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint... | |
 | Robinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley - 1899 - 298 pàgines
...aucta fuga, hoc iuro, steteritque ; fides mea firma manebit, tu licet, o tempus, cetera falce rúas. XL I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 564 pàgines
...The talisman was no larger than a small oak leaf. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. By PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. I ARISE from dreams of Thee In the first sweet sleep...are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, Anil a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering... | |
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