Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless,... Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... - الصفحة 253بواسطة Severn river - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 335عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| George Gordon Byron - 1994 - عدد الصفحات: 884
...»haft should blast whatever therein Inrk'd. XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye I Byron Bat where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find,... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1995 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. 96 Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a souf To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll 900... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - عدد الصفحات: 868
...in such gaps as desolation work'd, 895 There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCV Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye!...be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll 900 Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, - if I rest. But where of ye,... | |
| Ian L. Donnachie, Carmen Lavin - 2004 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. 96 Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye!...be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll 900 Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of... | |
| Drummond Bone - 2004 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...four stanzas after Byron's joyful imaginative transformation of the storm, comes the following stanza: Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye!...and feeling, well may be Things that have made me feel watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, - if... | |
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