 | 1882 - Страниц: 622
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 | 1826 - Страниц: 638
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 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 628
...chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. V. SHELLEY'S POETICAL WORKS. withcr'd leaves, to quicken я new birth! And, by the incantation of this vene, Scatter, as from an... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - Страниц: 466
...me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of the mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal...one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth." " There is in the grey and sober tinting of an evening in... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - Страниц: 580
...Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumults of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep...the incantation of this verse. Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1847 - Страниц: 580
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - Страниц: 450
...the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies EE 2 Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though...the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - Страниц: 414
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - Страниц: 406
...me thy lyre, even as the forest ¡0 : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of th^ mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal...Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ; And, by tlie incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an uncxtinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - Страниц: 592
...tameless, and swift, and proud. \. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies...the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind Be through my lips to unawakened earth... | |
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive... 
