 | 1823 - 732 σελίδες
...subdued our wayward wills : One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated ; And ours the unknown joy, that...that fair beauty which no eye can see, — Of that still music which no ear can measure ; But now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills... | |
 | 1823 - 734 σελίδες
...wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated ; And ours the unknown joy, that knowing kills. But now I iind how dear thou wert to me ; That, man is more than...that fair beauty which no eye can see, — Of that still music which no ear can measure ; But now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 180 σελίδες
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. SONNET II. TO THE SAME. IN the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 176 σελίδες
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. SONNET II. TO THE SAME. IN the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 σελίδες
...mind, one heart derated. That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 σελίδες
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doatcd. And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 σελίδες
...heart devoted, That, wisely (looting, ask'd not why it doated. And ours the unknown joy, which knmoing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to me ; That...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we. are met again, Where... | |
 | 1836 - 650 σελίδες
...mind, one heart devoted. That, wisely doting, asked not why it doted ; And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. Passing over several other sonnets from contemporaries, we come to one which has much tender feeling... | |
 | 1865 - 820 σελίδες
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity." ii. TO THE SAMB. " In the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1851 - 606 σελίδες
...wills ; One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That wisely doating, asked not why it doatcd, And ours the unknown joy that knowing kills. But now...can measure ; — And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity." (Vol. ip 5.) To this period belongs the fragment... | |
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That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me ; That man is more than half of nature's treasure, Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which... 
