 Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless,...  Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ... - Page 253by Severn river - 1859 - 335 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Stillman Hillard - Elocution - 1863 - 530 pages
...rejoice o'er a young earthquake s bjrth, 10 Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings I yeWith night and clouds and thunder, and a soul To make these...me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where, of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - Elocution - 1863 - 528 pages
...hills shakes with its mountain mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake•s birth. 10 Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye,...a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Tilings that have made me watchful : — the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what... | |
 | Frederick Saunders, Minnie K. Davis - American poetry - 1899 - 768 pages
...understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake lightnings! ye!...in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find, at length, like... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1899 - 592 pages
...in such gaps as Desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. xcv1. Sky — Mountains — River — Winds — Lake —...knoll ' Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. i. Of separation drear . — [MS. et-asni.] But where of ye, O Tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1899 - 594 pages
...in such gaps as Desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. xcv1. Sky— Mountains — River — Winds — Lake —...the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll t Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. i. Of separation drear .—[MS. erased.] 1. [There are... | |
 | English poetry - 1899 - 788 pages
...such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. 855 XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! Ye!...the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll 860 Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests! is the goal? Are ye like... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1899 - 332 pages
...hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. xcvi Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings,0 ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul...be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll 900 Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of... | |
 | English poetry - 1899 - 816 pages
...may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll 860 Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find, at length, like... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1900 - 612 pages
...liked nature in vast movement: — ' Sky — mountains — river — winds— lake — lightings 1 ye I With night, and clouds, and thunder — and a soul To make these felt and feeling.' D 2 His storms at sea and his storms among the Alps are touched with a quality of rapture, because... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1902 - 850 pages
...instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye!...your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless,—if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human... | |
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