 Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls...  Letters and Social Aims - Página 48de Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 285 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 páginas
...spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to sce't, But only melancholy, 'O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound. Fountain-heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1802 - 152 páginas
...spend your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Sweetest melancholy. Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, A sigh, that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound, Fountain heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 páginas
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Oh sweetest melancholy ! Welcome...fixed eyes; A sigh that, piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain-heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | 1804 - 444 páginas
...nights, Wherein you spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to sce't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes, S A sigh, that piercing, mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground ; A tongue chained up —... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 páginas
...spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, 0 sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies; A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue cham'd up without a sound* Fountain-heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 308 páginas
...Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only Melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1811 - 446 páginas
...your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound. Fountain heads, and pathless... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 630 páginas
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh tliut piercing mortifies, A look that's thsteu'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound... | |
 | John Walker - 1811 - 568 páginas
...impression by which we are immediately influenced. Hence in a state of MF.LANCHOLV most welcome are, Folded arms, and fixed eyes ; A sigh, that piercing mortifies ; A look that's fasten' d to the ground ; A tongue chaiu'd up without a tound; Fountain heads, and pathless... | |
 | Ben Jonson, Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 620 páginas
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this lite sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, \ sigh that pierciiiL' mortifies, A look that's fasteu'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without... | |
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