 | 1818 - 504 pages
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 | England - 1838 - 884 pages
...poets, Byron alone has fitly sung the sea. Let us recite the celebrated close of Childe Harold. " Oh I that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair...the human race And, hating no one, love but only her I Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir 1 feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord mo such a being... | |
 | England - 1848 - 788 pages
...sea, joy almost as dear As if there were no man to trouble what is clear. VOL. LXIV NO. CCCXCVI. 2 K " Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place With one...minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, bating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted... | |
 | Arthur Jewitt - 1818 - 520 pages
...the author toucbel upon a subject on which he never fails to be eloquent :— " Oh ! that the Desart were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my...human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements!—in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted—Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pages
...clear. CLXXVII. Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling place , ( With one fair Spirit for my minister _ 1 That I might all forget the human race , And, hating...Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot. CLXXVIII. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods , There is a rapture on the lonely shore , There... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pages
...reap from earth, sea, joy almost as dear As if there were no man to trouble what is clear. CLXXVII. Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one...all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love buLonly her! Ye Elements! in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - English poetry - 1820 - 796 pages
...forget the human rucei And, Jmlin'g no one , love but ouly her! Ye Elements! in whone ennobling stir l feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inliabit many a spot? Though with tliem to converse can rarely be our lot. Thert is a pleasure in tlie... | |
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Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me... 
