| 1895 - 702 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of tfie sauntering herd: My soul would drink those echoes— Oh that I were The viewless spirit of a...bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone that made me.1' The Invocation to the Alpen fay, to this passage: — , , . "Beautiful spirit, with... | |
| 1817 - 708 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air. Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.— Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! He is then, when standing on the toppling cliff, seized with an irresistible desire to fling himself... | |
| 1817 - 576 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me !' This soliloquy is closed with Manfred's determination to rid himself of life : but, when in the... | |
| 1817 - 670 pągines
...Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes,— Ол that 1 were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living...enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! He afterwards exclaims, with sii.'. deeper agony, To be thus — Grey-hair'd with anguish, like these... | |
| 1817 - 694 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air. Mixed with the sweet bells of the saunterina herd; 5Iy soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living veice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 98 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A li ving voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying With the blest tone which... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of...from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so Have baffled me ; my gains to-day will scarce Repay my break-neck travail. — What is here ? Who seems... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1819 - 88 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of...blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTEK. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so This way the chamois leapt : her nimble feet Have baffled me ; my gains... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pągines
...pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh ! that I were The viewless spirit of...living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — bprn and dying . With the blest tone which made me ! (Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUKTER.) CHAMOIS... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 pągines
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.—Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment—born and dying With the blest tone which made me! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. CHAMOIS... | |
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