 Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought S1 By rays which...  The English Annual for ... - Pàgina 2921837Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 pàgines
...been accurately described by Rousseau, called up all the poet's enthusiasm and inspiration. Clareus! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love! Thine air...his colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees ihem wrought By rajs which sleep there lovingly : the rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love,... | |
 | 1817 - 590 pàgines
...the poem this subject is renewed, where the traveller visits the scenery of La Nouvelle Elo'ise. ' Clarens, sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love,...them wrought, By rays which sleep there lovingly.' There is much more of beautiful and animated description, from which it appears that the impassioned... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pàgines
...room And food for meditation, nor pass by Much, that may give us pause, if pondered fittingly XCIX. Clarens ! sweet Clarens , birth-place of deep Love...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought zi By rays which »lcep there lovingly: the rucks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 pàgines
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | 1822 - 600 pàgines
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — ; The snows above The very glaciers have...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 pàgines
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which steep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky '* tipped with silver every mountain's head," and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 pàgines
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. The snows above The very glaciers have his colours...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By raye which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's... | |
 | 1822 - 592 pàgines
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — — The snows above The very glaciers have his colours caught, And sun&t into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 pàgines
...wanton Wealth her mightiest deedshath done, Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun. CLABENS. Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love...root in Love; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly:... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 pàgines
...Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows ahove The very Glacicrs have his colours eaught, And sun set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep...rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who (22) In them a refuge from the worldly shocks, Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then... | |
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