 Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days deceive, Communicable shape might then receive, And other hearts be ravished with the strain: But scarce I seek the airy threads...  Childe Alarique: A Poet's Reverie - الصفحة 60بواسطة Robert Pearse Gillies - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 88عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Samuel Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 648
...swiftly glancing scenes recall ! lirigbt as the roseate clouds of summer's eve ; The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fairy forms are vanished from my brain. ]-'ond dreamer! meditate thine idle song ! But let thine idle... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges, Joseph Haslewood - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...swiftly glancing scenes recall ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve; The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...other hearts be ravished with the strain ; But scarce 1 seek the airy threads to weave, When quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fairy... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...swiftly glancing scenes recall ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain. And all the fairy forms are vanished from my brain.' pp. 145, 146. This passage reminded us of a description in... | |
 | Mary Tighe - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days deceive, , Communica'jie shape might then receive, And other hearts be ravished with the strain : But scarce I s-:i;k the airy threads to weave, When quick «c,.iv, -on mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fuity... | |
 | Amandine Lucile A. Dudevant - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...swiftly glancing scenes recal ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve, Tiie dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fairy forms are vanished from my brain. Fond dreamer ! meditate thine idle song ! But let thine idle... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...swiftly-glancing scenes recall ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall. And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the airy forms are vanished from my brain. " Fond dreamer ! meditate thine idle song ! But let thine idle... | |
 | Apuleius - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 550
...swiftly glancing scenes recal! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fairy forms are vanished from my brain. Fond dreamer! meditate thine idle song! But let thine idle... | |
 | William Howitt - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...swiftly-glancing scenes recall ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...receive, And other hearts be ravished with the strain ; Bat scarce I seek the airy threads to weave, When quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain. And all... | |
 | William Howitt - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 726
...swiftly-glancing scenes recall ! Bright us the roseate clouds of summer eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...ravished with the strain ; But scarce I seek the airy tbreads to weave, When quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain. And all the airy forms are vanished... | |
 | Apuleius - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...swiftly glancing scenes recal ! Bright as the roseate clouds of summer's eve, The dreams which hold my soul in willing thrall, And half my visionary days...quick confusion mocks the fruitless pain, And all the fairy forms are vanished from my brain. Fond dreamer ! meditate thine idle song ! But let thine idle... | |
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