 That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me; That man is more than half of nature's treasure. Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which...  Poems: Vol. I. - Página 1de Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1851 - 696 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That wisely denting, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy that knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' (Vol. ip 5.) To this period belongs the fragment of ' Prometheus,' left unfinished, and not completed... | |
 | 1823 - 732 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated ; And ours the unknown joy, that knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...that fair beauty which no eye can see, — Of that still music which no ear can measure ; But now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills... | |
 | 1823 - 734 páginas
...wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated ; And ours the unknown joy, that knowing kills. But now I iind how dear thou wert to me ; That, man is more than...that fair beauty which no eye can see, — Of that still music which no ear can measure ; But now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 páginas
...lulls, To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills : One soul was ours, one mind, one heart derated. That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 páginas
...wills : One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doatcd. And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 páginas
...heart devoted, That, wisely (looting, ask'd not why it doated. And ours the unknown joy, which knmoing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to me ; That...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we. are met again, Where... | |
 | 1836 - 650 páginas
...wills. One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted. That, wisely doting, asked not why it doted ; And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. Passing over several other sonnets from contemporaries, we come to one which has much tender feeling... | |
 | 1833 - 590 páginas
...accord subdued our wayward wills : One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely dealing, ask'd not why it doated. And ours the unknown joy,...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where... | |
 | 1865 - 820 páginas
...subdued our wayward wills : One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity." ii. TO THE SAMB. " In the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1851 - 426 páginas
...coincidence, in compositions that owe nothing to each other. ; .1.1:. .,., January, 1833. SONNETS. i, TO A FRIEND. WHEN we were idlers with the loitering...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. II. TO THE SAME. IN the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and die,... | |
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