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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... "
Woodland and Wild: A Selection of Descriptive Poetry - 26 ページ
Woodland 著 - 1868 - 132 ページ
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Miscellaneous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 ページ
...• inc. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want....the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or wave*, or mountains ) What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind 2 what ignorance of...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., 第 1 巻

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 ページ
...divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match 'd with thine would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want....what ignorance of pain ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's...

The three histories

Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 ページ
...As when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures...

Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 ページ
...Rain-n wakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass : * * * * What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or « aves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or-plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 ページ
...thing wherein we feel there is some bidden want What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain f promised — prove thyself My own true friend and faithful fellow Î What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot...

The Metropolitan, 第 14 巻

1835 - 598 ページ
...with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel, there is some hidden wnnt ! What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What fields, or waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death...

Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 ページ
...surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain 1 What fields, or waves, or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 ページ
...divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want....kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 ページ
...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - 368 ページ
...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...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...




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