 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 pages
...Thou art an enchantress too, And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill. TO HOPE. WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit. And hateful thoughts...enwrap my soul in gloom When no fair dreams before my u mind'« eye" ßit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 pages
...of those whose eyes can kill. TO HOPE. WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit. And hateful thoughts enwmp my soul in gloom When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye" ait. And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed. And wave... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 pages
...or relentless fair, O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. In the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honour fade ! O let me see our... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...or relentless fair, 0 let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed. And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. In the long vieta of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honour fade! 0 let me see our... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 pages
...or relentless fair, O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. In the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honor fade ! O let me see our... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...or relentless fair, O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. In the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honour fade ! O let me see our... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pages
...fair, O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope I ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. In the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honor fade ! O let me see our... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 pages
...Thou art an enchantress too, And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill. TO HOPE. WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom When no fair dream» before my " mind's eye" ait, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope ! ethereal... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 pages
...Thou art an enchantress too, And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill. TO HOPE. And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye " flit, WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope! ethereal... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 pages
...Thou art an enchantress too, And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill. TO HOPE. WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams hefore my " mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope ! ethereal... | |
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WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er... 
