 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...  The Quarterly Review - 第 198 頁1817完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 頁
...been accurately described by Rousseau, called up all the poet's enthusiasm and inspiration. Clareus! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love! Thine air...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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 頁
...room And food for meditation, nor pass by Much, that may give us pause, if pondered fittingly XCIX. Clarens ! sweet Clarens , birth-place of deep Love...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
...room And food for meditation, nor pass by Much, that may give us pause, if pondered fittingly. XCIX. Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love !...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly : the rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of love, who sought In them a refuge from the worldly shocks... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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 - 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
...wanton Wealth her mightiest deedshath done, Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun. CLABENS. Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love...root in Love; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly:... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 頁
...poet, whose mind transformed the dross of the maudlin sensualist Clarens ! sweet Clarens, hirth-place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly : the rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought In them a refuge from the worldly shocks... | |
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