 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 էջ
...Of perilous seas, in faery lands lurlurs, • i Forlorn J the very word i> like » bell • • »f To toll me back from thee to my sole self! . , . . .- • . Adieu' the fancy cannot cheat so well A« ehe is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows,... | |
 | 1821 - 488 էջ
...foam of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me hack from thee to my sole self! Adieu '. the fancy cannot...cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Ac idu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side... | |
 | 1823 - 400 էջ
...oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self 1 Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
[ Ներեցեք, այս էջի պարունակությունն արգելված է: ] | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 էջ
[ Ներեցեք, այս էջի պարունակությունն արգելված է: ] | |
 | 1826 - 638 էջ
[ Ներեցեք, այս էջի պարունակությունն արգելված է: ] | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 էջ
[ Ներեցեք, այս էջի պարունակությունն արգելված է: ] | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 էջ
...oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self 1 Adieu 1 the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 էջ
...ofttime hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.— Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me...self. Adieu ! the Fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf ! Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 էջ
...ofttime hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.— Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole selfAdieu ! the Fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf! Adieu ! adieu ! thy... | |
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Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep? 
