 | 1822 - 628 pàgines
...low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me, Who knows how ? To thy chamber window, Sweet....heart ; — As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art! Oh, lift me from the grass ! Idle! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eye-lids... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 pàgines
...low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet...her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art! 0 lift me from the grass ! 1 die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 pàgines
...the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering...her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art! 0 lift me from the grass! 1 die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pàgines
...low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me— who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet...her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thou art ! 0 lift me from the grass 1 1 die, I faint, I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1826 - 676 pàgines
...low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me, Who knows how ? To thy chamber window, Sweet....On the dark, the silent stream. The Champak odours fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint. It dies upon her heart ;— As I... | |
 | 1826 - 696 pàgines
...low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me. Who knows how ? To thy chamber window, Sweet....On the dark, the silent stream, The Champak odours fall Like sweet thonghts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart ; — As I... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window sweet. The Champak odours fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must upon thine, Beloved as thou art ! O lift me from the grass ! I die, I faint, I fail ; Let thy love... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 pàgines
...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how " To thy chamber-window, sweet ! " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fall, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart, As I must... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...low, An<l the star» are shining bright: I arise from drrams of thee. And a spirit in my feet Has led me— who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet...faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odoun fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As... | |
 | 1832 - 598 pàgines
...low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet...faint On the dark the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; Change the measure, impassioned words. The nightingale's... | |
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I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? 
