 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 pagina’s
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;... | |
 | 1821 - 724 pagina’s
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Doe« straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it create«, transcending these, Far other worlds, and... | |
 | 1824 - 514 pagina’s
...peach Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pagina’s
...with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happyness ; ose th' attempt Medusa with Gorgonian terror, guards fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1825 - 392 pagina’s
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, ), Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;... | |
 | 1825 - 390 pagina’s
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest. aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings;... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 pagina’s
....themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. - Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pagina’s
...mind, that oeean where eaeh kind Dot-i straight its own resemblanee find ; Yet it ereates, transeending Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,... | |
 | 1835 - 430 pagina’s
...on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure lesa Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a hird, it sits and smgs, Then wets and claps its silver wmgs ; And,... | |
 | 1835 - 432 pagina’s
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's slidmg foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs... | |
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a... 
