 | 1812 - 656 lehte
...glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moon-light way o'er flow'ring weeds I wound, Inspired beyond the guess of folly,...ye forests high, And O, ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky ! Yea, every thing that is and will be free, Bear... | |
 | 1812 - 654 lehte
...glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy. My moon-light way o'er flow'ring weeds I wound, Inspired beyond the guess of folly,...ye forests high, And O, ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky ! Yea, every thing that, is and will be free, Bear... | |
 | 1812 - 664 lehte
...glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moon-light way o'tr flow'ring weeds I wound, Inspired beyond the guess of folly,...{ O, ye loud waves, and O, ye forests high, And O, yc clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky! Yea, every thing that... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 lehte
...Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight way o'er flow'ring weeds I wound, Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,...ye Forests high ! And O ye Clouds that far above me soar'd ! " Shall France compel the nations to be free, Till Love and Joy look round, and call the Earth... | |
 | 1834 - 918 lehte
...a solemn music of the wind I Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight...o'er flowering weeds I wound, Inspired, beyond the guesa of folly, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves I and O ye Forests... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 lehte
...Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight way o'er flow'ring weeds I wound, Inspired, beyond the guess of folly, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound t O ye loud Waves ! and O ye Forests high ! And O ye Clouds that far above me soar'd ! ii . Thou rising... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 lehte
...a solemn music of the wind ! Whero, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight...forests high, And O,~ ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky ! Yea, every thing that is and will be free! Bear... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 lehte
...a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight...ye forests high, And O, ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky ! Yea, every thing that ia and will be free ! Bear... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 lehte
...a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy , My moonlight...folly, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! 0, ye loud waves, and O, ye forests high, And O, ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising... | |
 | 1826 - 434 lehte
...made a solemn music of the wind! Where like a man belov'd of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound, Coleridge. Inspir'd beyond the guess of folly,— By each rude shape, and wild unconquerable sound!... | |
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Woods ! that listen to the night-birds' singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman... 
