| 1840 - 368 Seiten
...oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. Oh brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy...lucent fans. Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight... | |
| 1840 - 378 Seiten
...oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. Oh brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Hofy the air, the water, and the fire ; Yet even in these days, so far retired From happy pieties,... | |
| John Keats - 1841 - 254 Seiten
...no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 348 Seiten
...no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, . „ When...lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 340 Seiten
...no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest ! though too late for antique vows. Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy...so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 109 Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired.... | |
| John Keats - 1847 - 280 Seiten
...late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the...own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer... | |
| John William Lester - 1847 - 376 Seiten
...solitary and sublime from the distance: their summits encircled with mists: God's huge altars once, "when holy were the haunted forest boughs, holy the air, the water, and the fire," and the sacrificial flame flared upwards to the gigantic heavens, and the priestly Druid ministered.... | |
| Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1848 - 570 Seiten
...regret for its long-past "happy pieties" — a melancholy repining over our own nntrustful days — " Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy...forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire" — which, though perfectly possible in a good Christian, is but a bad support for a suspected orthodoxy;... | |
| University of Sydney - 1853 - 810 Seiten
...no direr name, (rf) Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter. .(f) Yet even in those days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the taint Olympians, (/) . . seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against... | |
| John Keats - 1855 - 416 Seiten
...no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. 0 brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, 'When holy...own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer... | |
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