 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1842 - 440 pages
...corn ; rlom ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee tp my sole self! lieu ! the faney cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. lieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill... | |
 | Readings - English poetry - 1843 - 466 pages
...lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep ? ROBIN... | |
 | Literature - 1895 - 862 pages
...the wealth of melody could not fail to awaken a corresponding wealth of thought ; but even now the plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over...deep In the next valley-glades ; Was it a vision or a waking-dream ? To return to the ode whose subject cansed this digression. The poem opens with a description... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! ' The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I hill-stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley's glades : Was it a vision... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! @ $ hill-stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley's glades : Was it a vision... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 't is buried deep In the next valley -glades : Was it a vision or a waking dream ? Fled is that music... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu ! thy plaintive...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now't is buried deep In the next valley-glades 1 Was it a vision, or a waking-dream... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu ! thy plaintive...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now't is buried deep In the next valley-glades ? Was it a vision, or a waking-dream... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive...Past the near meadows, over the still stream. Up the hill side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades ! Was it a vision, or a waking-dream... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu ! thy plaintive...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now't is buried deep In the next valley-glades ? Was it a vision, or a waking-dream... | |
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Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. 
