...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 7O What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest;...

...standpoint, as opposed to Blake's interrogation of God's power in The Tiger on which it is a variation: What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?51 In his final fragmentary poem, The Triumph of Life, he casts doubt on the validity of human...

...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest,...

...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest...

...zugrundeliegende Zeichenkonzeption (der Supplementarität) wendet der Sprecher dann auch auf den Vogelgesang an: What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain?688 What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? (To a Skylark, v. 7l-75) als Anrufung...

...Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest,...

...wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? James was not ignorant of pain, but his song was his own even as it reveled in the songs of others....

...are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught;...

...is the nearest approach to heaven, but it is a curious answer to Shelley's question — What object are the fountains Of thy happy strain, What fields...or waves or mountains, What shapes of sky or plain? It succeeds. Withdrawn from all terrestrial distractions, the birds sing as they do when they are 'ringed...