 ... mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who...  The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature - Page 615edited by - 1817Full view - About this book
 | English literature - 1817 - 670 pages
...breathing flesh. Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who— but of her anon. I said, with men, and with the thoughts of men, I...Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o*w the herbless granite; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl of the... | |
 | 1817 - 708 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of day that guided me Was there but one who— but of her anon. I said, with men, and with the thoughts of men, I...Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's , wing Fht o er the herbless granite ; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - American literature - 1817 - 502 pages
...of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon I said, with men, and with the thought of men, I held but slight communion ; but instead,...birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herblcss granite; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl of the new breaking... | |
 | English literature - 1817 - 694 pages
...creatures of clay that guided me Was there but one who — but of her anon. I said, with men, and with die thoughts of men, I held but slight communion ; but...to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's ton, Where the birds dare pot build, nor insect s wing Flit o'er UK herblese granite s or to plunge... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - American literature - 1817 - 492 pages
...of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon I said, with men, and with the thought of men, I held but slight communion ; but instead,...to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's lop. Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbleis granite ; or to plunge... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon. I held but slight communion ; but instead, My joy...top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's win;; Flit o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift... | |
 | 1823 - 450 pages
...following splendid passage from Manfred — for from Lord Byron's own mouth will I judge him : — My joy was in the wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of (be iced mountain's top. Where the hirds dare not build, nor insect's wing lilt o'er i In- herble»... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1823 - 310 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon. I said, with men, and with the thoughts of men, I...Where the birds- dare not build, nor insect's wing Fli t o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 318 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon. I said, with men, and with the thoughts of men, I...instead, My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe The diflicult air of the iced mountain's top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er... | |
 | Great Britain - 1823 - 474 pages
...following splendid passage from Manfred — for from Lord Byron's own mouth will I judge him : — My joy was in the wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced-nionntain'g top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite... | |
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