 Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which...  Impressions at home and abroad; or, A year of real life - 第 21 頁James Roderick O'Flanagan 著 - 1837完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 頁
...Clareus! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very...his colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees ihem wrought By rajs which sleep there lovingly : the rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love,... | |
 | 1817 - 590 頁
...Clarens, sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love, Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought, Thy trees take root in love ; the snows above The...them wrought, By rays which sleep there lovingly.' There is much more of beautiful and animated description, from which it appears that the impassioned... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 頁
...Clarens ! sweet Clarens , birth-place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought zi By rays which »lcep there lovingly: the rucks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 頁
...Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in love ; the snows above The...shocks Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos,then mocks. C. Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod, — Undying Love's, who here ascends... | |
 | 1822 - 600 頁
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — ; The snows above The very glaciers have...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 頁
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 頁
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which steep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky '* tipped with silver every mountain's head," and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 頁
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. The snows above The very glaciers have his colours...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By raye which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's... | |
 | 1822 - 592 頁
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — — The snows above The very glaciers have his colours caught, And sun&t into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 頁
...breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees them...shocks, Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then mocks. Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,— Undying Love's who here ascends... | |
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