... flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long ! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams : Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No... The Living Age - Page 4961913Full view - About this book
| Robert Bridges - 1893 - 202 pages
...pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. 176 XV. THE north wind came up yesternight With the new year's full moon, And rising as she gained... | |
| Francis Fisher Browne, Waldo Ralph Browne, Scofield Thayer - 1894 - 398 pages
...profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. " Alone aloud in the raptured ears of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret ; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-epringing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream while the innumerable choirs of day Welcome... | |
| Edward Dowden - 1895 - 472 pages
...visions dim, forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. " Alone aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn." There is something of southern radiance and southern desire in the imagination and sentiment of this... | |
| Robert Bridges - 1899 - 308 pages
...spent the streams : Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. A SONS of my heart, as the sun peered o'er the sea, Was born at morning to me : And out of my treasure-house... | |
| Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1190 pages
...pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. 83f. A Passer-bjf \WHITHER, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, " Leaning across the bosom of... | |
| Alfred Henry Miles - 1906 - 738 pages
...pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...secret ; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome... | |
| Robert Bridges - 1912 - 492 pages
...pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. 13 A SONG of my heart, as the sun peered o'er the sea, Was bora at morning to me : And out of my treasure-house... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1913 - 656 pages
...: visions of a winter sunrise : ' Like what the shepherd sees On late mid-winter dawns, When thro' the branched trees, O'er the white-frosted lawns,...larks, of the ' flame-throated robin on the topmost bough of the leafless oak,' of the village church with its brass of the warrior with the sword ' Wherewith... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1913 - 658 pages
...: visions of a winter sunrise : ' Like what the shepherd sees Ou late mid-winter dawns, When thro' the branched trees, O'er the white-frosted lawns,...larks, of the ' flame-throated robin on the topmost bough of the leafless oak,' of the village church with its brass of the warrior with the sword ' Wherewith... | |
| Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1913 - 1048 pages
...pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our...while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. SAMUEL WADDINGTON b. 1844 The Inn of Care ". Nebra, by the Unstrut, — So travellers declare, —... | |
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