 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 页
...poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous...her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung." THE BLIND MAN'S LAY. " AT times Allan felt as if his blindness were a llessing— for it forced him... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 页
...poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sorrow shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous...fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, THE BLIND MAN'S LAY. " AT times Allan felt as if his blindness were a blessing — for it forced him... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 页
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; SLEEP AND FOETRY. As I lay in my bed slepc full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest... | |
 | 1965 - 594 页
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 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 页
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n' as erthly wight... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 页
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n' as erthly wight... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 页
...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy...shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And... | |
 | 1890 - 666 页
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 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 页
...Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none...her might. And be among her cloudy trophies hung. Samuel Lover. T\OWN by the river's bank I stray'd Upon an Autumn day ; Beside the fading forest there,... | |
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She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine... 
