 We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper...  The Quarterly Review - Strana 2071818Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1818 - 762 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite. Haunt us till they become • cheering light Unto our mils, uid bound to us so fast, That, whether... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 600 str.
...For solitary thinkings ; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the niiked brain : be still the leaven, That spreading in this...The passion poesy, glories infinite.' — p. 4. ' So plenteousljr all weed-hidden roots.' — p. 6. ' Of some strange history, potent to send.' — p. 18.... | |
 | John Keats - 1818 - 232 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light 30 Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether... | |
 | 1818 - 806 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon or Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become won tempest-winged chariots of the Ocean, And Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fut, That, whether there... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 str.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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