 | Leigh Hunt - Liberalism (Religion) - 1834 - 972 pages
...And sea-weeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the sea ! Faith's heart hath fled from ye, hath fled ; Ye are...And with it half the voice of the Old World is dead. Our creeds are not less vain ; our sleeping life still dreams ; The present, like the past, Passes... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...And sea weeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the sea ! Faith's heart hath fled from ye, hath fled Ye are her boasted scorn, Save the Poet's soul, the Sculptor's thought, The Painter's fancy, ye are now as nought : Mute is old Triton's... | |
 | Hesperus - 1882 - 238 pages
...And sea.weeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the Sea! Faith's heart hath fled from ye — hath fled ; Ye...And with it half the voice of the Old World is dead. Our creeds are not less vain ; our sleeping life still dreams The present, like the past, Passes in... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883 - 394 pages
...And sea-weeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the Sea ! Faith's heart hath fled from ye — hath fled; Ye...And with it half the voice of the Old World is dead. " Our creeds are not less vain ; our sleeping life still dreams ; The present, like the past, Passes... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1884 - 392 pages
...rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the Sea ! Faith's heart hath fled from ye—hath fled; Ye are her boasted scorn ; Save to the poet's...thought, The painter's fancy, ye are now as nought: Our creeds are not less vain ; our sleeping life still dreams; The present, like the past, Passes in... | |
 | Richard Garnett - Literature - 1899 - 568 pages
...And seaweeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story ! Nymphs of the Sea ! Faith's heart hath fled from ye — hath fled ; Ye...sculptor's thought, The painter's fancy, ye are now as naught : Mute is old Triton's horn, And with it half the voice of the Old World is dead. Our creeds... | |
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The sun on the calm sea sheddeth a golden glory, The rippling waves break whitely, The sands are level and the shingle bright, The green cliffs wear the pomp of heaven's light, And sea-weeds idle lightly Over the rocks ; but ye appear not, Dreams of Story... 