Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! The Stoddard Library: Shakespeare-Taine - Seite 118von John Lawson Stoddard - 1910Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 Seiten
...and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of the mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 Seiten
...my sore need. Oh ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One...forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its owu ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 Seiten
...heavy weight of hours has ehained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if...harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fieree, My spirit 1 Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 450 Seiten
...my sore need. Oh ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One...like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies EE 2 Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce My spirit... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 Seiten
...heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One loo like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V. i Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal lone, Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 Seiten
...cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! Л heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed Oue too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make...thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 Seiten
...need. L Oh ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! 'У) t I lull upon the morns öl nie l 1 bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One...swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest ¡0 : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of th^ mighty harmonies Will take from... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 Seiten
...my sore need. Oh ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One...harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts... | |
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