 Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos...  The Musical Quarterly - Stran 87uredili: - 1923 - 204 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Arthur Henry Hallam - 1893 - 336 strani
...kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised with voice stifled with tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos : her fair...sweeping from some strange harp Strange symphony, and in her branching veins The eloquent blood told an ineffable tale : The beating of her heart was heard... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1895 - 780 strani
...through il: her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers theo She raised, with voice stifled in tremfclous sobs Subdued by its own pathos: her fair hands Were...from some strange harp Strange symphony, and in their branch ing veins The eloquent blood told an inefibble tale. The beating of her heart was heard to fill... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 490 strani
...then She raised, with voice stifled in tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos : her fair hands 165 Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange harp Strange...heard to fill The pauses of her music, and her breath 17° Tumultuously accorded with those fits Of intermitted song. Sudden she rose, As if her heart impatiently... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 512 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos: her fair hands 165 Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange harp Strange symphony, and in their branching veins... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 496 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos: her fair hands 165 Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange harp Strange symphony, and in their branching veins... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1898 - 492 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos : her fair hands 165 Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange harp Strange symphony, and in their branching veins... | |
 | Franklin Verzelius Newton Painter - 1899 - 822 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire ; wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...veins The eloquent blood told an ineffable tale." In 1816, the year "Alastor" was published, he made another visit to Switzerland. Here he first met... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1899 - 836 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...hands Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange Strange symphony, and in their branching veins The eloquent blood told an ineffable tale. The beating... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1911 - 708 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...heard to fill The pauses of her music, and her breath 170 Tumultuously accorded with those fits Of intermitted song. Sudden she rose, As if her heart impatiently... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1901 - 710 strani
...Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mmd kindled through all her frame A permeating fire; wild numbers then She raised, with voice stifled in...their branching veins ^- ~^ The eloquent blood told a^meffablejEale. The beating of her heart waS~WftKHo fill JN ' The pauses of her music, and her breath... | |
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