 | 1905 - 584 ページ
...everywhere ! Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so fill'd, Where the breeze warbles and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument ! And thus, my love ! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, Whilst through... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1906 - 844 ページ
...every where — Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument And thus, my love! as on the midway slope 35 Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs"al ilOUll, Whilst through... | |
 | Ernest Albert Baker - 1908 - 316 ページ
...everywhere — Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled ; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument. And thus, my love ! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, Whilst through... | |
 | James John Hissey - 1908 - 532 ページ
...joyance everywhere. Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled, Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is music slumbering on her instrument. Truly the air was not mute or still that day, though on many summer days it is, but the balmy breezes... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1912 - 1112 ページ
...where — Methinks, it should have been impossible 30 Not to love all things in a world so fill'd ; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument. And thus, my Love ! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, 35 Whilst through... | |
 | George Stuart Gordon - 1912 - 262 ページ
...everywhere— Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled ; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is music slumbering on her instrument. And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought,... | |
 | Gustav Tietje - 1914 - 160 ページ
...unblest falsehood ! Mother of all evil ! S. 721 v. 11. e. — ic. Coleridge. Music, fern. frz la musique. Where the breeze warbles and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument. S. 101 v. 32. f. — ice. Cowper. 1. Avarice, mase. frz. l'avarice fern. When av'rice starves (and... | |
 | Gustav Tietje - 1914 - 134 ページ
...falsehood\ Mother of all evil ! S. 721 v. 11. e. — ic. Coleridge. Music, fern. frz la musique. Wherc the breeze warbles and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her Instrument. S. 101 v. 32. f. — ice. Cowper. 1. Avarice, masc. frz. l'avarice fern. When av'rice starves (and... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 ページ
...every where— 80 Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so flll'd; ve (That column of true majesty in man), And thus, my love! as on the midway slope 36 Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, Whilst through... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1918 - 324 ページ
...every where — Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument. And thus, my love ! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, Whilst through... | |
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O! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance... 
