 | 1817 - 628 էջ
...****** And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! ' And this is in the night : — Most glorious night...delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee I How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea. And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 էջ
...understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever (herein lurk'd. And this is in the night ; — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! lei me be A sharer in ihy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the... | |
 | 1849 - 748 էջ
...transported as to pour out in earnest agony a prayer for absorption into the terrific scene, — " Let me be, A sharer in thy fierce and far delight; A portion of the tempest, and of thee ;" this man was blasted in spirit, at fierce enmity with his species, for he was a scornful aud cold... | |
 | 1817 - 536 էջ
...tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud Back to the joyous Alps toho call to her aloud.And this is in the night: — most glorious night* Thou...wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy Terce and far delight, — A portion of the ttmpctt and of thee! How the lit lake shines,—- ....... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 էջ
...tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who <call to her aloud! xcm. And this is in the night : — Most glorious night!...tempest and of thee ! ' How the lit lake shines, a phosporic sra, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now,... | |
 | John William Polidori, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, John Mitford - 1819 - 94 էջ
...a tongue, And Jura answers thro' her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night : — Most glorious night...wer't not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy far and fierce delight, — A portion of the tempest and of me ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric... | |
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And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! 
