 | 1843 - 750 страница
...chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress 'd Her soothed limbs and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blisfully haven 'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp 'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 страница
...cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drcst, Save wings, for heaven : — Porphyro grew faint :...her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress d Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued... | |
 | 1820 - 606 страница
...and sees, In fancy, fair St Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplcx'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued... | |
 | 1820 - 596 страница
...and sees, In fancy, fair St Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 страница
...and sees, In fancy, fuir Saint Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay. Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed hmbs, and sou) fatigued... | |
 | 1822 - 496 страница
...glory, like a saint : She seemed a sp endid angel, newly drest. Save wings, for heaven:— • • • Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest. In sort of wakeful swoon, perplexed she lav, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppressed Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown,... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 страница
...hair a glory, like a saint : She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for lieaveu : — Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort...soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow day; Blissfully havened both from joy and pain ; Clasped like a missal where swart Piiynims... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 424 страница
...chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day : Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 страница
...; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd he was a youthful teacher at Mr. Bird's 'school. Old age and poverty — a life-lo A« though a rose should shut, and be a bud again Stol'n to this paradise, and so entranced, ' Porphyro... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 426 страница
...away Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day : Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, Aa though a rose should shut, and be a bud again." EVE OF ST. AGNES. With the rich beauties and the... | |
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Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 
