 What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...  New Outlook - Page 2151909Full view - About this book
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pages
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thou ght. Vet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, .and fear ; If...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground * Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • . • Such harmonious madness From my lips... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Belter than all measure* ain; none be ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know. Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow.... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pages
...is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride,...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground \ Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness LEIGH HUNT. TO HIS SON,... | |
 | Maria Jane Jewsbury - 1830 - 334 pages
...cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...that tell of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom er tread, How calm and sweet the victories of life, How terrorlesfi the triumph of the grave ! arc Ibund, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground .' Teach me half the gladness That thy... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pages
...Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pages
...tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Mot to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pages
...shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books are...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground WORDSWORTH. THE POET AND HIS POETRY. [WILLIAM WORDSWORTH is descended from a respectable family ; he... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pages
...know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Hotter than all treasures, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pages
...not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures . Of delightful sound, Better thun all treasures, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy hrain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would... | |
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