 It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; - even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.  The Gentleman's Magazine - Página 2681892Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1825 - 458 páginas
...And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whoae rough stem dark ivy tresses shone. Vet dripping with, the forest's noonday dew.) Vibrated,...as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasp'd it. Of that crew He came the laxt, neglected and apart — A herd-abandoned deer, struck by... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 574 páginas
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded...violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 372 páginas
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded...violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 314 páginas
...rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansics overblown, And faded violets, white and pied and blue; And a light spear- topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 496 páginas
...with the forest's noonday dew,) Vibrated as the ever beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasp'd it ;—of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart,— A herd>abandon'd deer, struck by the hunter's dart." The last eighteen months of his short but eventful... | |
 | 1825 - 494 páginas
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded...violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's... | |
 | 1825 - 498 páginas
...And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their rather and their prey. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded...violets, white and pied and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping w,th the forest's... | |
 | 1825 - 422 páginas
...blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's noon-day dew), Vibrated,...as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasp'd it. Of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart — A herd-abandon'd deer, struck by... | |
 | 1825 - 422 páginas
...rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey. " His head was bound with fancies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear, topp'd with a cypress cone, (Round whose rough stem dark ivy tresses shone, Yet dripping with the forest's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 páginas
...sun smiles brighlly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. XXXIII. His head was bound with pansies over-blown, And faded...cone. Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yel dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand... | |
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