 What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal...  Songs of Three Centuries - Stran 94uredili: - 1876 - 352 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
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...sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; 1 80 We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! 190 Yet... | |
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...future. (Freud, 1964b, p. 143) In his "Intimations of Immortality" Wordsworth wrote: Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory...the primal sympathy which having been must ever be ... References Abell, W. (1957). The collective dream in art, Cambridge: Harvard University Press.... | |
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...Globeflower, Maroon Be/!s-5nowmass Wilderness "Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve...the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be." -William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood w Rocky... | |
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...Version Bible, The Song of Solomon - 2, v. II-I2 Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetical Works \ rom delusion lead me to Truth. From darkness lead me to Light.... | |
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...back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glow in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find 180 Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind, And Oh, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart... | |
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