| Half hours - 1847 - 614 Seiten
...showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird,...triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes... | |
| Robert Turnbull - 1847 - 396 Seiten
...Rain awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous and fresh and clear thy music doth surpass. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I...forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal Or triumphant chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 Seiten
...clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpaj*. 463 Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thin*: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture BO divine Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an etnply vaunt—... | |
| Charles Knight - 1848 - 428 Seiten
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| Herbert Byng Hall - 1849 - 492 Seiten
...vale, cheered by the skylark's revelry, which recalled again to memory the words of the poet — " Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine, That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine." Forward we rode, enjoying all, admiring all, and glorying in the charms of merry England, when the... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 Seiten
...Rain-awakened (lowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surjiass. Teach UK, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I...love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture eo divine. Chorus hymeneal. Or triumphal rhaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt... | |
| Charles Knight - 1850 - 648 Seiten
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| 1835 - 606 Seiten
...Heaven, or near it, **'** Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel, there is some...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... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 Seiten
...showers On the twinkling grass. Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird,...of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some... | |
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