 NOR cold, nor stern, my soul ! yet I detest These scented Rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the proud Harlot her distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song.  Letters - 405 psl.autoriai: Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1907Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 psl.
...heavenly light. LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT-ROOM. NOR cold, nor stern, my Soul ! yet I detest These scented Rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the...distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song. .11.: ' *. - i-. ! These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion-warbled... | |
 | 1834 - 918 psl.
...never fails to transport him into a blissful world. "Nor cold, nor stern my soul ! yet I detest These scented rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the...distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song. " These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion-warbled plaint ; But... | |
 | 1824 - 486 psl.
...exclaim, in the emphatic language of Coleridge : " Nor cold, nor stern my soul ; Yet I detest These scented rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the...harlot her distended breast In intricacies of laborious gong. " They feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion-warbled plaint ;... | |
 | 1824 - 488 psl.
...Coleridge : f ' * ' £ . i . " Nor cold, nor stern my soul ; Yet I detest? f These scented rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast r «, In intricacies of laborious song. " They feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign » To melt... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 psl.
...heavenly light. LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT-ROOM. NOR cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest These scented Rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the...distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song. These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion- warbled plaint; But when... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 psl.
...heavenly light LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT-ROOM. No», cold, nor stem, my soul ! yet I detest These Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare Beacon the...which high hearts are wreckt. I never was attach'd These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion-warbled plaint ; But when... | |
 | 1834 - 896 psl.
...never fails to transport him into a blissful world. "Nor cold, nor stern my soul ! yet I detest These scented rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the...distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song. - . ' -I". -I- I'* {,/. " These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt »t Nature's... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1837 - 868 psl.
...house, is the only daughter, and all that survives, of Mr. Chambers ; and - " I detest These scenteil rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the proud...distended breast In intricacies of laborious song." Linea cMmpvstitl in a Concert Rixnn, by S. 71. C a very little supply would be of service to her, for... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1844 - 584 psl.
...to expose her body in public than her soul ? If we listen and applaud, while, as Coleridge says, " Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast In intricacies of laborious song," must we esteem it derogatory to our sense of refinement to drink from the fresh brook of a true woman's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 psl.
...CONCERT-ROOM. No» cold, nor stern, my soul ! yet I detest The»e scented Rooms, where, to a pnudy n times over, Could he thereby recall his friend to life. TERTSKY. Hush, hush! Let the These feel not Music's genuine power, nor deign To melt at Nature's passion-warbled plaint ; Bin when... | |
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