 | 1822 - 962 页
...animal occupied with the past and the future — an animal subject to melancholy : " We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." The extremes of cultivation and of savage nature equally present man disturbed... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 页
...deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thou ght. Vet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, .and fear ; If we were things born Not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 页
...'d with thine would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. these liFXq / ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 页
...fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or « aves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or-plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain?...is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 页
...we moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, quen of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Not to... | |
 | 1835 - 598 页
...with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel, there is some hidden wnnt ! What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What fields, or waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death... | |
 | 1837 - 418 页
...of manhood is but the idle " crackling of thorns under the pot" in comparison. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are (hose that tell of saddest thought." 248 FLOWERS OF FICTION. 249 And yet, despite even their glee,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 页
...Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 页
...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 页
...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near... 
