| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 páginas
...light, The night is good ; beeause, my love, They never lay good-night. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. s of In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ! To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak... | |
| 1839 - 694 páginas
...eyes. We add the following, by a modern Pocl, much in the vein of drew. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. or SHELLEY. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are seining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how... | |
| 1840 - 528 páginas
...home Leave thee naked to laughter. When leaves fall, and cold winds come. IV. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must upon thine,... | |
| 1840 - 378 páginas
...yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream ; The champak... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 páginas
...night. To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how I To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The... | |
| 1840 - 368 páginas
...yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led nie — who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,... | |
| 1841 - 414 páginas
...first sweet sleep of night, When winds were breathing low, And the stars were shining bright. I rose from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. S. The moon is hid by clouds, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The wand'ring... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, Uke joy in memory yet Lines to an Indian Air. survive ! Durandarte, he who slew thee, Wherefore left he me alive J* Abma> th chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream, The Champak odours... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Lines to an Indian Air. hambers chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream, The Champak odours... | |
| 1845 - 614 páginas
...would fondly cherish, in laid within our bosoms but "• perish. LORD BYRON. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, , I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and...these bold times, when Learning's sons explor* The Uiee, And a spirit in my feet / Has led me — who knows how 7 To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering... | |
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