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... Contributions to the Edinburgh Review - 第435页作者:Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1856 - 762 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
| John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 页
...the poet's enthusiasm and inspiration. Clareus! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees...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 页
...the scenery of La Nouvelle Elo'ise. ' Clarens, sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love, Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought, Thy trees...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 页
...pause, if pondered fittingly XCIX. Clarens ! sweet Clarens , birth-place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees...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 页
...pause, if pondered fittingly. XCIX. Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees...who sought In them a refuge from the worldly shocks Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos,then mocks. C. Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 页
...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 页
...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 页
...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 页
...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 页
...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 页
...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...who sought In them a refuge from the worldly shocks, Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then mocks. Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths... | |
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