| 1820 - 646 strani
...pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow \nd leaden-eyed despairs. The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. ' p. 108-11 1. We must close our extracts with the following... | |
| 1820 - 606 strani
...eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of aies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm M magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn, pp. 108—111.... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 strani
...ecstacy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
| John Keats - 1926 - 738 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
| William Hone - 1826 - 876 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 858 strani
...Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; [die, Now more than ever seems it rich to To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art...amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 874 strani
...requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread Ihee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 936 strani
...7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !... | |
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