 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...waves, or mountains ' What shapes of sky or plain ? [pain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream i XVIII. We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thouj. Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear ; If we were things born... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 pàgines
...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and afte7, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are thosf which tell of iaddtst thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear ; If we were things... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pàgines
...with thine, would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pàgines
...Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, it What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain!...waves, or mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ! [pain ! What love of thine own kind ! What ignorance of We look before and after, And pine for what... | |
 | 1846 - 590 pàgines
...Than we mortals dream ; Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? " We look before and after, And pine for what is not, Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught. Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought." To speak more immediately of the little volume before us; it is greatly... | |
 | Robert Turnbull - 1847 - 396 pàgines
...Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest,... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 pàgines
...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 pàgines
...thing wherein we feel there is some hidden »ant. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain Í What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes...plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance :if pain t With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pàgines
...we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? XVIII. (We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. XIX. Yet if we could scorn Hnte, and pride, and fear ; If we were tilings born... | |
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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... 
