 Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which...  Impressions at home and abroad; or, A year of real life - Side 21av James Roderick O'Flanagan - 1837Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 sider
...Clareus! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very...his colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees ihem wrought By rajs which sleep there lovingly : the rocks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love,... | |
 | 1817 - 590 sider
...Clarens, sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love, Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought, Thy trees take root in love ; the snows above The...them wrought, By rays which sleep there lovingly.' There is much more of beautiful and animated description, from which it appears that the impassioned... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sider
...Clarens ! sweet Clarens , birth-place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought zi By rays which »lcep there lovingly: the rucks, The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 sider
...Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in love ; the snows above The...shocks Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos,then mocks. C. Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod, — Undying Love's, who here ascends... | |
 | 1822 - 600 sider
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — ; The snows above The very glaciers have...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 sider
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's head," and we enjoyed from the gallery... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 sider
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — The snows above The very glaciers have his...sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which steep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky '* tipped with silver every mountain's head," and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 sider
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. The snows above The very glaciers have his colours...caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By raye which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry sky " tipped with silver every mountain's... | |
 | 1822 - 592 sider
...every varying tint of gold, rose, carnation, and richest purple. We had not quite Lord Byron's hues of love. — — The snows above The very glaciers have his colours caught, And sun&t into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly. At night a bright starry... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 sider
...breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees them...shocks, Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then mocks. Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,— Undying Love's who here ascends... | |
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