 Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that Ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green...  Conversations on Some of the Old Poets - Pàgina 149per James Russell Lowell - 1893 - 294 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 pàgines
...mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till... | |
 | 1821 - 724 pàgines
...happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Doe« straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it create«, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas...Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sib and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pàgines
...mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happyness ; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does or, guards fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1824 - 514 pàgines
...the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | 1825 - 390 pàgines
...mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...Casting the body's vest. aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings; And, till... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 pàgines
...mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till... | |
 | 1825 - 392 pàgines
...mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pàgines
...mind, that oeean where eaeh kind Dot-i straight its own resemblanee find ; Yet it ereates, transeending Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1835 - 430 pàgines
...the mind from pleasure lesa Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates,...Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a hird, it sits and smgs, Then wets and claps its silver wmgs ; And, till... | |
 | 1835 - 432 pàgines
...the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates,...green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's slidmg foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs... | |
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