 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 - Стр. 1981817Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - Страниц: 618
...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 - Страниц: 466
...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 - Страниц: 478
...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 - Страниц: 612
...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 - Страниц: 600
...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 - Страниц: 598
...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 - Страниц: 594
...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 - Страниц: 592
...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 - Страниц: 234
...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 - Страниц: 826
...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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