 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 pagina’s
...like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best...away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. Sir Leoline, a moment's space, Stood gazing on the damsel's face ; And the youthful Lord of Tvyermaine... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 406 pagina’s
...thorny ; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain : But never either found another To free the hollow...away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been." Coleridge's Christabel. FARE thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee wen : Even though... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...like madness iu the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine. With Uoliind and Sir Leoline. Each spake ve fell the wand of Power, and leap — As the billows...song hen-ren's silent light, Enchant the day that Hows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder. Shall wholly do away, 1 ween, The marks of... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 pagina’s
...like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best...wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once has been.' — vol. ii. p. 45. We are not amongst those who wish to have 'Christabel' finished. It... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 596 pagina’s
...like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best...between: But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once has been.' — vol. ii. p. 45. We are not... | |
 | 1834 - 864 pagina’s
...like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best...: But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once has been.' — voL ii. p. 45. We are not... | |
 | 1834 - 512 pagina’s
...Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother : They parted—ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To...ween, The marks of that which once hath been."— • vol. ii. pp. 44, 45. Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 pagina’s
...Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted—ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To...away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. Sir Leoline, a moment's space, Stood gazing on the damsel's face : And the youthful Lord of Tryermaine... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 pagina’s
...; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain ; ***** But never either found another To free the hollow...away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been." COLERIDGB'S Christabel. FARE thee well ! and if for ever. Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1835 - 348 pagina’s
...; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain ; ***** But never either found another To free the hollow...wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once bath been.'* COLERIDGE'; Christabel. FARE thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well... | |
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Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent... 
