 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 страница
...who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-pois'd, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...dwells Lingering, — and wandering on as loth to die." " But, from the arms of silence, — list, 0 list ! — The music bursteth into second life ; The notes... | |
 | 1822 - 780 страница
...fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars — spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth pioof That they were born for immortality. THE SAME. What awful perspective ! while from our... | |
 | 1822 - 696 страница
...who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wand'ring on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born... | |
 | 1822 - 828 страница
...fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars — spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells, . ( Where light and shade repose, where music dwells . .. .ii Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 482 страница
...who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality. XXXIII. THE SAME* WHAT awful perspective ! while... | |
 | 1828 - 410 страница
...in heaven or earth but poetry, that fire and water, wood and stone, are all poetry, the very highest order of the art, is, to my imagination, a fine old...as loth to die, Like thoughts, whose very sweetness yitldeth proaf That they were born for immortality ! Independently of the grandeur and beauty of this... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 страница
...who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality. WHAT awful perspective ! while from our sight The... | |
 | 1829 - 296 страница
...nothing in heaven or earth but poetry, that fire and water, wood and stone, are all poetry, the very higher order of the art is, to my imagination, a fine...as loth to die, Like thoughts, whose very sweetness yielded i proof That they were born for immortality ! Independently of the grandeur and beauty of this... | |
 | 1840 - 546 страница
...vaulted canopy of the pile, hanging on clustered pillars graced with foliaged tracery, and — " Scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That tbey weie born for immortality." WOBDSWOBTH. Hark ! in a remote aisle awakes a... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 422 страница
...And what heart partakes not the awe of his " Beneath that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop' d into ten thousand cells Where light and shade repose,...dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ? " Read the first of these sonnets with the last — and then once more the strains that come between... | |
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Scholars only — this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof... 
