 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!  The Marlburian - Էջ 56Marlborough coll - 1870Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
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 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 էջ
...thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal lone. Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me* impetuous one! Drive... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 էջ
...chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. V. SHELLEY'S POETICAL WORKS. My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withcr'd leaves,... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 էջ
...(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of the mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 էջ
...: j What if my leaves are falling like its own! | The tumuli of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My ipiril ! Be thou me, impetuous one .' Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 էջ
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fieree, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 էջ
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its owu ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 էջ
...thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves arc falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies...tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 450 էջ
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves...like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies EE 2 Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce My spirit... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 էջ
...weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One loo like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V. i Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves...falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies 457 Will lake from both a deep, autumnal lone, Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My... | |
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