 | Henry Troth Coates - 1878 - Страниц: 1116
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how?— To thy chamber-window, sweet! ranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river,...with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of on thine, Beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail ! Let thy love in... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1878 - Страниц: 446
...similar example is the tropical night, in the beautiful little poem called Lines to an Indian air. " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream, The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream." The mere fact that it is an "Indian" air seems to carry... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1878 - Страниц: 280
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows bow ?— To thy chamber-window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream— The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart, As... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - Страниц: 376
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream— The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart, As... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - Страниц: 480
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how ? To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream— The champak-odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1879 - Страниц: 874
...me—who knows how Î To thy chamber window, sweet 1 The wandering airs, they faint On the dark and silent stream— The champak odors fail Like sweet...nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art I Oh, lift me from the grass ! I die, I faint, I fail I Let thy love... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - Страниц: 390
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream— The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart, As... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - Страниц: 1106
...of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window, sweet ! her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped ; -d The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, 0, beloved as thou... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - Страниц: 1138
...dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how?— To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent...nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art! Oh lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses... | |
 | Samuel Pasfield Oliver - 1881 - Страниц: 468
...species, with sweet-scented yellow blossoms which are used to decorate the shrines of Buddhist temples. " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream ; The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream." ana-faftr'frute c/" autelfraph cf RADAMAI1 MANJAKA 22**... | |
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1 The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream:— The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, 0, beloved as thou art! 0, lift me from the grass 1 
