...would be all But an empty vannt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects / ignorance of pain ' With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...

...would be all But. an empty vaunt, — A thine wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel, there is some hidden wnnt ! What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death...

...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing...sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...

...of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With...

...rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came...

...thing wherein wo feel there is some hidden want What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain I What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...

...the skylark of our own plains. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields,...waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? The cuckoo is the identical bird of Europe; and his familiar note may be heard in all the highlands...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects ignorance of pain J With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came...