 | David Spooner - 1995 - 124 pagine
...standpoint, as opposed to Blake's interrogation of God's power in The Tiger on which it is a variation: What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?51 In his final fragmentary poem, The Triumph of Life, he casts doubt on the validity of human... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 pagine
...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy- winged thieves: Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 pagine
...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves. All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 pagine
...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein... | |
 | Phil Oliver - 2001 - 296 pagine
...wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? James was not ignorant of pain, but his song was his own even as it reveled in the songs of others.... | |
 | 2005 - 334 pagine
...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught;... | |
 | Sally West - 2007 - 222 pagine
...Shelley draws the poet and the lark together again only to emphasize the difference in their songs: Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine: Chorus Hymeneal Or triumphal chaunt Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein... | |
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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... 
