 | 1842 - 344 Seiten
...hearts, few words." They are not for a number, though the number may be friendly. He is no more. " The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, the child of grace and genius" has left us for a while. " The fragile lute o'er whose harmonious strings the breath of heaven... | |
 | 1843 - 708 Seiten
...virtue could be combined with consummate genius. In the dark history of the past, he rises upon our view like " some frail exhalation which the dawn robes in its golden beams," that, after struggling awhile with the mists of earth, turns upward again and mingles with its native... | |
 | 1843 - 678 Seiten
...virtue coujd be combined with consummate genius. In the dark history of the past, he rises upon our Tiew like " some frail exhalation which the dawn robes in its golden beams," that, after struggling awhile with the mists of earth, turns upward again and mingles with its native... | |
 | Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1845 - 220 Seiten
...these are the things which make a death-bed terrible !' CHAPTER X. ' But thou art fled Like some bright exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams ; — ah ! thou hast fled ! The kind, the gentle, and the beautiful — The child of grace and virtue.' MRS. VILLAHS had with as much... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 Seiten
...for ever, Lone as incarnate death,' O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even...decay, were the true law Of this so lovely world! Hut thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robe? in its golden beams,—nh ! thou... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 Seiten
...for ever, Lone as incarnate death ! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakos in its last decay, were the true law Of this so lovely world ! But thou art fled Like some frail... | |
 | 1848 - 322 Seiten
...the end had come; — the vision had told but too truly; she had fled in the morning of her life, " Like some frail exhalation which the dawn Robes in its golden beams ;" — she had fled; — fair Florence, in the eyes of her great poet, seemed to sit desolate and widowed... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 Seiten
...for ever, Lone ae incarnate death ! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision rd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even...exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — oh ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius.... | |
 | 1852 - 318 Seiten
...what Chatterton is, and it were perhaps vain to speculate on what he might have been ; for he passed Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams. In his "Elegy on Philips," occur some beautiful lines descriptive of the seasons. Those following are... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1854 - 626 Seiten
...the light and hopes of faith. • Oh ! that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even...last decay, were the true law Of this so lovely world ! " • Cant. 2. f In Evang. Paneg. vol. vi. J Tract. 101 in Joan. vOL. vII. H fa Such is the wish... | |
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But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i... 
