 | 1851 - 696 sayfa
...wills ; One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That wisely denting, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy that knowing kills. But now...can measure ;— And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' (Vol. ip 5.) To this period belongs the fragment... | |
 | 1823 - 732 sayfa
...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 knowing kills. But...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 sayfa
...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... | |
 | 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 sayfa
...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...other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and die, Scarce knowing... | |
 | 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 sayfa
...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...other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and die, Scarce knowing... | |
 | 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 sayfa
...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...other's pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' ' In the Great City we. are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe and die, Scarce knowing... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 180 sayfa
...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...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. SONNET II. TO THE SAME. IN the great city we... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 176 sayfa
...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...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. SONNET II. TO THE SAME. IN the great city we... | |
 | 1836 - 650 sayfa
...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...ear can measure : And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. Passing over several other sonnets from contemporaries,... | |
 | 1865 - 820 sayfa
...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...ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity." ii. TO THE SAMB. " In the great city we are... | |
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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 no ear can measure ; And now the streams may... 
