 | 1809 - 954 pagine
...With unclosM lids, already had I dreamt Of ray sweet birth-place, and tin- old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to...evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things... | |
 | 1812 - 664 pagine
...With unclos'd lids, already have I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to...evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear, Most like articulate sounds of things... | |
 | 1812 - 656 pagine
...With unclos'd lids, already have I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetty, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear, Most like articulate... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pagine
...own pleasures, its own will. How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gaz'd upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger !...Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot fair day, So sweetly,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pagine
...oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot fair day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a sweet pleasure, falling on mine ear Most... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 pagine
...with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger I and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt...Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagine
...believing mind, I'resageful, have I gaz'd upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger! and ax od. And the trim walks are broken up, and (fins. Thin grass and king-cups grow within the pat Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 400 pagine
...makes a toy of Thought. But O ! how oft, How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering...Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagine
...believing mind Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To wntch that fluttering stranger! and as oft Wiih cypress wreath. The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : Gentle, and br church-lower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, nil the hot Fair-day,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagine
...unclosed lids, already hiid I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose brlls, ht of their being, knowledge, power, The skill which wields the elements, the thought Which pierc siirr'd iuid haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like arlirululc sounds of things... | |
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How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's... 
