 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,...  Progressive Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: Particularly Designed to ... - Strana 119podľa Richard Green Parker - 1835 - Počet stránok 144Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - Počet stránok 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 - Počet stránok 466
...in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft shqult blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVJ. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye...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 - Počet stránok 292
...in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVI. 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 - 1821 - Počet stránok 478
...in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVI. 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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - Počet stránok 492
...hills shakes with its mountain mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth. ***** Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye,...tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? Leiion 181.] FIRST CLASS... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - Počet stránok 234
...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!...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 - Počet stránok 334
...That in sueh gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should hlast whatever therein lurk'd. XCVL Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ye!...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 - Počet stránok 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 - Počet stránok 826
...That, in such gaps as desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! .ye...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 - Počet stránok 906
...in such gaps as desolation.work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd. , XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye!...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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