 Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings...  National Review - Pągina 4641858Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, 30 Like an inspired... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pągines
...black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questioning» Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In Inné and silent hours, When night makes ц w'icrd sound of its own Stillness, Like an inspired... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pągines
...made my bed In ehamob and on cofiins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee. golden Aphrodite Will I lill, as erst did I Seeking...whoso white feet To the music glance and fleet. Bacchu In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness Like an inspired and... | |
 | 1901 - 770 pągines
...its passion to carry the inner fortress of truth by assault, with the proud engines of the Faith : ' Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are.i Was a fervour such as this to be spent upon secular collections of curious information ; to be... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps records of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stilln ess, Like an inspired and... | |
 | 1835 - 596 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee,...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like an inspired and... | |
 | 1835 - 616 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee. Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee,...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like an inspired and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pągines
...made my bed In chamels and on Collins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness. Like an inspired and... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps records of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like an inspired and... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 410 pągines
...made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like an inspired and... | |
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