 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 pagina’s
...an empty vauut — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains?...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1868 - 544 pagina’s
...empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, and pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pagina’s
...empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 70 What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? 75 With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 pagina’s
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | William Davis (B.A.) - 1869 - 200 pagina’s
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 pagina’s
...escape: Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: . . . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? The lark loves, without "love's sad satiety." The burden of mortality (Stanza xvii) is therefore not... | |
 | Oscar George Sonneck - 1923 - 648 pagina’s
...that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?' More ambitious than the innocent and limpid tirelis of the tie-de-France, this song would fain blend... | |
 | Antony Easthope - 1989 - 240 pagina’s
...fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? 75 What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?...cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: 80 Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pagina’s
...But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains?...of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clearjoyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er... | |
 | Matt Cartmill - 1996 - 352 pagina’s
...filled with a profound, unconscious joy that self-conscious creatures like ourselves can never feel: Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? . . . Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near... 
