| 1817 - 628 páginas
...is lost, I* ut hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence. ****** And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to...delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee I How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea. And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again... | |
| John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 páginas
...along, From peak to peak, vhe rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers., through her misty shroud, flack to the JOYOUS Alps, who call to her aloud! Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between... | |
| 1849 - 748 páginas
...transported as to pour out in earnest agony a prayer for absorption into the terrific scene, — " Let me be, A sharer in thy fierce and far delight; A portion of the tempest, and of thee ;" this man was blasted in spirit, at fierce enmity with his species, for he was a scornful aud cold... | |
| 1817 - 536 páginas
...woman — Far along', From peak to peak, LEAPS THE LITE THUSCDEll! — not from OI1C lone cloud But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud Back to the joyous Alps toho call to her aloud.And this is in the night: — most glorious night* Thou wert not sent for slumber!... | |
| John William Polidori, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, John Mitford - 1819 - 94 páginas
...thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers thro' her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps who call...wer't not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy far and fierce delight, — A portion of the tempest and of me ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 páginas
...along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers,...shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who <call to her aloud! xcm. And this is in the night : — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be... | |
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