 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 pagine
...clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. ***** Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. * * * * * We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 208 pagine
...Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. XIII. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. XIV. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 pagine
...grass, Eain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 What ignorance of pain ? With thy keen clear joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 pagine
...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these 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 trinmphal chmmt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vauut — A thing... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pagine
...grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. 60 Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 65 Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine, would be all But an empty vaunt — A... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 pagine
...screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphant chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 pagine
...has been read as a prayer for escape: Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: . . . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? The lark loves, without "love's sad satiety." The burden of mortality (Stanza xvii) is therefore not... | |
 | Oscar George Sonneck - 1923 - 648 pagine
...presence showers a rain of melody. All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?' More ambitious than the innocent and limpid tirelis of the tie-de-France, this song would fain blend... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pagine
...Matched 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 clearjoyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest —... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 pagine
...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 7O 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;... | |
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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... 
