 But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred...  The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature - Էջ 5551812Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1813 - 996 էջ
...To roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can ble«; Mioionsol splendour, shrinking from distress '. None that with...consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile (he -less Of all that tl til' :'<l. (ullow'd, sought and sued : This is to be alone; this, this is... | |
 | 1811 - 546 էջ
...possess, And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None...sued : This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! ' p. 73-74. Childe Harold cares little for scenes of battle j and passes AcHum and Lepanto with indifference.... | |
 | 1812 - 560 էջ
...denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress 1 None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we...sued : This is to be alone , this, this is solitude ! Also one stanza from those that contain reflections at Calypso^ island : XXX. Thus Harold deem'd,... | |
 | 1811 - 600 էջ
...possess, • And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None...consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the Jess Of alj that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued : / This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 էջ
...possess, And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None...sued: This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! Also one stanza from those that contain reflections at Calypso's island : XXX. Thus Harold deem'd,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 էջ
...possess, And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None...sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! XXVII. Pass we the long, unvarying course, the track Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind ;... | |
 | 1812 - 564 էջ
...possess, And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None...sued: This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!" After these beautiful, natural, and affecting lines, we were sorry once more to have our path crossed... | |
 | 1812 - 528 էջ
...denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were...sued: This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!" After these beautiful, natural, and affecting lines, we were sorry once more to have our path crossed... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 էջ
...possess, And roam along the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None...were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatterM, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! XXVII. Pass we the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 էջ
...possess, And roam along the world's tir'd denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None...were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatterM, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! XXVII. Pass we the... | |
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