 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...With lips 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. I insert this poem on account of the exquisite imaginative picture in the third and fourth lines, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...lips 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. I insert this poem on account of the exquisite imaginative picture in the third and fourth lines, and... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1885 - 530 páginas
...nature is such that it requires the stimulant of hope ; without this the strongest nature sinks — Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve ; And hope without an object cannot live. Pessimism certainly cannot supply this want. To hope for annihilation as a relief from wretchedness... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul t Work wit/Unit hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. I insert this poem on account of the exquisite imaginative picture in the third and fourth lines, and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 páginas
...lips unbrighten'd, wrenlhless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul f 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 clfing feeding, like a bee— Both... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 572 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. He had no hope of gainful popularity, even from the most laborious efforts that he was capable of making... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 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. ST COLERIDGE. MUSIC. LORENZO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 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. ST COLERIDGE. MUSIC. LORENZO. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 462 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 lies. He had no hope of gainful popularity, even from the most laborious efforts that he was capable... | |
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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... 
