Blest is the tarn which towering cliffs o'ershade, Which, cradled deep within the mountain's breast, Nor voices loud, nor dashing oars invade : Yet e'en the tarn enjoys no perfect rest, For oft the angry skies her peace molest, With them she frowns, gives... Phantasmion - Page 287by Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1837 - 387 pagesFull view - About this book
| Sara Coleridge Coleridge - English fiction - 1837 - 404 pages
...unconsciously to these numbers: Blest is the tarn which towering cliffs o'ershade, Which, cradled'deep within the mountain's breast, Nor voices loud, nor...skies her peace molest, With them she frowns, gives hack the lightning's glare, Then rages wildly in the troubled air. This calmer lake, which potent spells... | |
| American literature - 1840 - 532 pages
...Melledine's, — " Blest is the tarn which towering clifts o'ershade, Which, cradled deep within the mountains breast, Nor voices loud, nor dashing oars invade ;...of day, And when yon skies with chaste resplendence decked, Shine forth in all their stateliest array, O then she wakes to glitter bright as they, And... | |
| Sara Coleridge Coleridge - Adventure stories - 1874 - 496 pages
...power that it seemed to proceed from the woods and waters and all places except the skiff. For at the time her words were inaudible, but, at last, Phantasmion,...day, And when yon skies, with chaste resplendence decked, Shine forth in all their stateliest array, 0 then she wakes to glitter bright as they, And... | |
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