 Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame. That melts each fibre of my wasting frame. One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear ; But, when its meek mellifluous tone Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne'er,...  Phantasmion - Page 68by Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1837 - 387 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1837 - 400 pages
...sight is shewn, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each 6bre of my wasting frame ! One voice alone, one voice alone,...even now by her side. O what vantage ground he has !" Impelled by this agitating surmise, he advanced towards the other door, and met one who summoned... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 650 pages
...Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne'er, till death itself, cnn be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain...swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of noon.' ' False Love,' sings Glandreth — ' False Love, too long thou hast delay'd, Too late I make my choice... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 658 pages
...fire Shoots thro' my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each fibre of my wasting frame ! One One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear ;...swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of noon.' ' False Love,' sings Glandrcth — ' False Love, too long thou hast delay M, Too late I make my choice... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 526 pages
...face alone, These eyes require ; But when that longed-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots thro' my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each...swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of noon.' A MOTHER OVER HER CHILD DEVOTED TO DEATH. ' O SLEEP, my babe ! Hear not the rippling wave, Nor feel... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 520 pages
...ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne'er, till death itself, can be unoound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain would hold...sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of nooTi.' A MOTHER OVER HER CHILD DEVOTED TO DEATH. ' O SLEEP, my babe ! Hear not the rippling wave,... | |
 | Frederic Rowton - 1854 - 604 pages
...alone, one face alone, These eyes require ; But when that long'd-for sight is shown, What fatal fire One voice. alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear...swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of noon. MISS ELIZA COOK. IT is scarcely necessary to say that this lady is a living writer of great celebrity.... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1865 - 516 pages
...gentle hand, I fain would hold; But when it seems at my command, My own prows cold; Then low to earth 1 bend in sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping mid the blaze of noon.' A MOTHER OVER HER CHILJi DEVOTED TO DEATH. 'O SLEEP, my babe! Hear not the rippling wave, Nor feel... | |
 | William Davenport Adams - 1885 - 190 pages
...SONG. NE face alone, one face alone, These eyes require; But, when that longed-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and...swoon, Like lilies drooping 'mid the blaze of noon. SARA COLERIDGE. [From Phantasmion, part i. chap. viu. : — " 'The voice of Karadan !' thought [Phantasmion]... | |
 | William Davenport Adams - 1885 - 192 pages
...tone Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne'er till death itself clfi be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain...swoon, Like lilies drooping 'mid the blaze of noon. SARA COLERIDGE. DRINKING SONG. E'ER ask where knaves are mining, While the nectar plants are twining:... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 388 pages
...ALONE ONE face alone, one face alone, These eyes require ; But, when that long'd-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and...sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping 'mid the blaze of HE CAME UNLOOK'D FOR HE came unlook'd for, undesir'd, A sunrise in the northern sky, More than the... | |
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