 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ! To thy ehamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The ehampak odours fail Like sweet .thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's eomplaint, It dies... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 746
...stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Lines to an Indian Air. I mbers Has led me — who knows how! — To thy chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 738
...its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, Uke joy in memory yet Lines to an Indian Air. I rvive ! Durandarte, he who slew thee, Wherefore left he me alive J* Abma> th Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 614
...would fondly cherish, in laid within our bosoms but "• perish. LORD BYRON. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, I I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and...these bold times, when Learning's sons explor* The Uiee, And a spirit in my feet / Has led me — who knows how 7 To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering... | |
 | Elbridge Gerry Paige - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 182
...all is harmony and love, and where discord never can enter. So mote it be ! ON DREAMS. TEXT. — I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low. And the stars are burning bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led life — who knows how... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how Î To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 638
...the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it!—Oh-! to whom! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...night. When the winds are breathing low, And the stars arc shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how... | |
 | 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 468
...Greenwhich on Easter Monday, we have at least got " three throes a-penny." THE COCKNEY LOVER'S SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night ; When the oyster-shops are closing, And the gas-lamps burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, But A 60,... | |
 | 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...Monday, we have «t least got " three throes a-pcnny." THE COCKNEY LOVER'S SERENADE. I ARISE It "in dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night ; When the oyster-shops are closing. Anil the cat-lamps burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, But A 00,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 406
...morning light, The night is good ; because, my love, They never fay good-night. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, 1 ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows howl To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering air» they faint On the... | |
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I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering... 
