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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... "
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People
szerző: Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 558 oldal
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...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...mossy 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...

The London Magazine, 4. kötet

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...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 into...its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind Doe« straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it create«, transcending these, Far other worlds, and...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

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...hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...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,...

Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ...

William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 oldal
...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,...

The Retrospective Review.., 11. kötet

Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 oldal
....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...mossy 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...

The Retrospective Review, 11. kötet

1825 - 392 oldal
...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...mossy 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...

The Retrospective Review, 11. kötet

1825 - 390 oldal
...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...mossy 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...

Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of ...

William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 oldal
...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,...

The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, 3. kötet

1835 - 430 oldal
...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,...mossy 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...

The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, 3. kötet

1835 - 432 oldal
...hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...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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