 | 1835 - 700 páginas
...With lip unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live." It was in this habitually dejected frame of mind, and under the pressure of severe bodily infirmities,... | |
 | 1827 - 510 páginas
...lips, unbrightened, wreathlessbrow, I stroll : And would you learn the spell that drowse my soul ? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve And Hope without an object cannot live. ST Coleridge. THE MOTHER'S LAMENT. The Christmas light is burning bright In many a village pane ; And... | |
 | 1828 - 398 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live. THE POET-WARRIOR. By .Allan Cunningham. 1. STAYED is the war-horse in hig strength, Broke is the barbed... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an object cannot live. YOUTH AND AGE. VERSE, a Breeze mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee — Both... | |
 | 1828 - 404 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live. THE POET-WARRIOR. By Allan Cunningham. 1. STAYED is the war-horse in his strength, Broke is the barbed... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. HART S WELL, NEAR FARNSFIELD, NOTTINGHAMSHIRE; WITHIN THE ANCIENT BOUNDARIES OF SHERWOOD FOREST. BY... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 páginas
...unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? Wort without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. KEAH FARNSFIELD, NOTTINGHAMSHIRE J WITHIN THE ANCIENT BOUNDARIES OF SHEKWOOD I'OREST. BY MARY HOWITT.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 páginas
...lips unbrighten'd, wrcathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? stan YOUTH AND AGE. VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both... | |
 | 1834 - 324 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. 172 MEMOIR OF THE ILL-FATED JOSEPH GERRALD, THE PUPIL OF THE CELEBRATED DB. PARR. THE case of the unfortunate... | |
 | 576 páginas
...lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowze my «"ul : Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live." "We add another specimen, which is found appended to a prose dialogue, entitled ' The Improvisatore.'... | |
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... Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away ! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll... 
