 | 1895 - 702 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of tfie sauntering herd: My soul would drink those echoes— Oh that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone that made me.1' The Invocation to the Alpen fay, to this passage: — , , . "Beautiful spirit, with... | |
 | 1817 - 576 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me !' This soliloquy is closed with Manfred's determination to rid himself of life : but, when in the... | |
 | 1817 - 708 oldal
...liberal air. Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.— Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! He is then, when standing on the toppling cliff, seized with an irresistible desire to fling himself... | |
 | 1817 - 670 oldal
...Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes,— Ол that 1 were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living...enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! He afterwards exclaims, with sii.'. deeper agony, To be thus — Grey-hair'd with anguish, like these... | |
 | 1817 - 694 oldal
...liberal air. Mixed with the sweet bells of the saunterina herd; 5Iy soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living veice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 98 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A li ving voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying With the blest tone which... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so Have baffled me ; my gains to-day will... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 210 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so This way the chamois leapt : her nimble... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1819 - 88 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTEK. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so This way the chamois leapt : her nimble... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 oldal
...liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes.-Ob, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,...— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER. CHAMOIS HUNTER. Even so This way the chamois leapt : her nimble... | |
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Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER CHAMOIS HUNTER. 
