 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,...  The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces ... - Strona 162autor: William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - Liczba stron: 288Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - Liczba stron: 618
...loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth. To mate these felt ami feelings, well nuy he Tilings tli.it have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing...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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - Liczba stron: 466
...work'd, There the hot shaft shqult blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVJ. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make ihese felt and feeling, well may be Tilings that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Liczba stron: 292
...work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and...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 - 1821 - Liczba stron: 478
...work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - Liczba stron: 492
...mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth. ***** Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye, With night, and clouds, and...me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where, of ye, O tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - Liczba stron: 234
...desolation work'd There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and...Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless,—if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - Liczba stron: 334
...work'd, There the hot shaft should hlast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVL Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ye! 'With night, and clouds, and...and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may he Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - Liczba stron: 226
...these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll 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... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - Liczba stron: 826
...desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! .ye ! With night, and clouds, and...voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless — if 1 rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ' Or... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - Liczba stron: 906
...desolation.work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. , XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and...and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may he Things that have made me watchful; the fer roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in... | |
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