 | Larry Sider, Jerry Sider, Diane Freeman - Performing Arts - 2003 - 260 pages
...oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faerie lands forlorn. Forlorn! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Obviously the word 'forlorn' echoes distantly the deep, drawn-out clang of a bell tolling, whilst the... | |
 | Jane Avrich - Fiction - 2003 - 228 pages
...turned the paper over in her hands. It was another thick sheet of white laid, smelling of jasmine. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole selfl Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. For hours she pondered... | |
 | Frank Lentricchia, Andrew DuBois - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 412 pages
...cannot cheat so well"). And the song is now permitted to depart with the departure of the physical bird: Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades. . . . Beyond the "still stream," for... | |
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 pages
...Charm'd magic casements,44 opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.45 70 Forlorn!46 the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole47 self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu!... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - Poetry - 2007 - 778 pages
...oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?... | |
 | Christopher John Murray - Art - 2004 - 664 pages
...from off my breast?" And Shelley's contemporary, Keats, cannot sustain his vision of the Nightingale: Forlorn! The very word is like a bell To toll me back...self! Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Though "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" begins apparently in the same despairing... | |
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Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the... 
