To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never... The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century - Pàgina 86per Lyre - 1830 - 360 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
| 1813 - 996 pàgines
...give the truly beautiful portrait of " Solitude," which follows : " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er Bood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene....things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot-path ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mouulaiu all unseen, With the wild flock, that... | |
| 1811 - 600 pàgines
...power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stan/as. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
| 1812 - 560 pàgines
...the weary breast Would snll, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
| 1811 - 546 pàgines
...power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
| Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 pàgines
...the weary breast Would stilli albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flsck that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 pàgines
...giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ;... | |
| 1812 - 528 pàgines
...graces of unborrowed poetry, and appears in all the charms of originality. " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; 'tis... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 pàgines
...giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ;... | |
| 1812 - 708 pàgines
...possess. Let us take, for example, the two following stanzas on solitude. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...trackless mountain all unseen, •< With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foamiug falls to lean ;..,.. This is not solitude... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 pàgines
...the wear}' breast Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's...ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain ail unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;... | |
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