We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest there be No solace left for thee and me. Death; with other poems - Seite 161von Robert Montgomery - 1834Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 Seiten
...tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Thy soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ; our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 Seiten
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on rny brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet; our state Is strange and full of aoubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred... | |
| Robert Montgomery - 1829 - 230 Seiten
...art, A momentary ray, — A dream roll'd o'er a vacant heart, To charm — and die away ! June, 1828. LONELINESS. " We are not happy, sweet ; our state...!There is a solitude that lifts the mind To lofty things, — seclusion from the rush And stir of the unfeeling crowd, whose days Reap scarce a thought... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 Seiten
...tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Thy «oft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. worthy of his rhyme — the grove • Grew dense with shadows to it* inmo llore need of words that ills abate; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 Seiten
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of puin. We are not happy, sweet ; our state Is strange and full of douht and fear; ' More need of words that ills ahate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 Seiten
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate : — Reserve or eensure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
| 1872 - 862 Seiten
...tremblingly, thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dre-nn of pain. " We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange, and full of doubt and fear — More need of words that ills abate. Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest... | |
| Robert Montgomery - 1847 - 390 Seiten
...Then mute she fix'd her dreadless eye, That spoke of ages vanish'd by. " We are not happy, street ; our state Is strange, and full of doubt and fear ....agony." ALONE amid the wide and desert world, Without some heart to echo to our own, How fev'rish all the pomp and play of life ! — There is a solitude... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 Seiten
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 Seiten
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
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