 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 pàgines
...sky or plain 1 What love of thine own kind 1 What ignorance of > tin f With thy clear keen joyai.ce Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and aftci , And... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 pàgines
...or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 pàgines
...or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 pàgines
...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?...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 pàgines
...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...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but never knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more trae and deep... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 pàgines
...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...Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thec : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1860 - 486 pàgines
...waves, or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain 1 What love of thine own kind! what ignorance of painl With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow...thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety." ley, in melody and exuberance cf fancy, was incalculably superior to Wordsworth ? But mark their inferences.... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 pàgines
...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...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 pàgines
...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...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such ,1 crystal ctream ? We look before aud after, And... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...{contains 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...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in soch a crystal We look before and after With some pain... | |
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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... 
