 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 560 páginas
...m of The Qrove. Nemi is but an evening's ride from the'comfortab'o inn of Alba no. CLXXVI. CLXXVII. Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With...spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lou CLXXVIII. . There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore,... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 páginas
...heartless and wandering bliss; And oh! — if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this — it is this. 3 With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might...Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot. 4 With thee all toils are sweet, each clime hath charms, Earth, sea, alike — our world within our... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 páginas
...wield as powerful a pen as men. ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN. 1. Oh ! that the desert were my dwelling place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might...Though, with" them to converse, can rarely be our lot. 2. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 548 páginas
...at the end of this Canto, No. XXXf. X CLXXVII. \Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, VVith one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all...myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being 1 Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot 1 Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.... | |
 | 1843 - 582 páginas
...and I was thinking it was in Mazeppa, ah ! — yes ! yes ! But isn't this a fine idea, ' Oh '. that a desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit...the human race, And hating no one, love but only her !'" " It is very well adapted to some minds," said I, " is it not, Frank ? Let us have your opinion... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 páginas
...shades and obscures, yet glorifies and illuminates all ! " O that the desert were my dwelling place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might...inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse may rarely be our lot." But away sentiment, avaunt melancholy — the long day is before us, the wide,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 páginas
...for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And bating no one, love but only her ! Те elements ! — in whose ennobling stir, I feel myself...Though with them to converse, can rarely be our lot. There Is a pleasure — in the pathless woods, There is a rapture — on the lonely shore, There is... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...pinions. — Upon such a shrine What are our petty griefs! — let me not number mine. THE OCEAN. OR ! that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair...And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements f — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being * Do I err... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 páginas
...forget the humu. race, And batins; no one, love but only her '. Ye elements !— in n how enaobflnj stir, I feel myself exalted— Can ye not Accord me...being ? Do I err In deeming such— inhabit many a tyot Though with them to converse, can rardy be o lot There is a pleasure — in the pathlm wood*,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 páginas
...fitments 1 — in whose ennobling »tir, I feel myself exalted—Can ye not Accord me such a being ï Do I err In deeming such — inhabit many a spot Though with them to converse, can rarely Ьс ет lût There i» a pleasure — in the pathless wood«, l*bere ii a rapture — on the lonely... | |
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Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me... 
