 We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest there be No solace left for thee and me.  Death; with other poems - Page 161by Robert Montgomery - 1834Full view - About this book
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - English poetry - 1824 - 438 pages
...tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Thy soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ; our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pages
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on rny brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet; our state Is strange and full of aoubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred... | |
 | Robert Montgomery - Fore-edge painting - 1829 - 230 pages
...art, A momentary ray, — A dream roll'd o'er a vacant heart, To charm — and die away ! June, 1828. LONELINESS. " We are not happy, sweet ; our state...!There is a solitude that lifts the mind To lofty things, — seclusion from the rush And stir of the unfeeling crowd, whose days Reap scarce a thought... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Thy «oft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. worthy of his rhyme — the grove • Grew dense with shadows to it* inmo llore need of words that ills abate; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 pages
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of puin. We are not happy, sweet ; our state Is strange and full of douht and fear; ' More need of words that ills ahate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pages
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate : — Reserve or eensure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
 | American periodicals - 1872 - 862 pages
...tremblingly, thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dre-nn of pain. " We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange, and full of doubt and fear — More need of words that ills abate. Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest... | |
 | Robert Montgomery - 1847 - 390 pages
...Then mute she fix'd her dreadless eye, That spoke of ages vanish'd by. " We are not happy, street ; our state Is strange, and full of doubt and fear ....agony." ALONE amid the wide and desert world, Without some heart to echo to our own, How fev'rish all the pomp and play of life ! — There is a solitude... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - Fore-edge painting - 1847 - 578 pages
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pages
...tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. We are not happy, sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; — Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship,... | |
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