 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
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 544 strani
...the May! — What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...through death; In years that bring the philosophic mind. Orotund, rising at the close to the high pitch of exultant joy. I hear the echoes through the mountains... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 strani
...ye that play, Ye thn.t through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory...and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Tet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight, To live beneath... | |
 | 1869 - 436 strani
...bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, 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. Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your... | |
 | 1869 - 404 strani
...doubt whether the objects of the choice are actually before them, and with equal presentation. * " We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." What can be known must be known severely ; but is there, therefore, no faculty for those infinite lands... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1869 - 752 strani
...taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory hi the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength...suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, _ In yean that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode... | |
 | Alexander Henley Grant - 1869 - 646 strani
...bright Be now for ever taken from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ,, We will grieve...In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever bo ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human mifl'ering ; In tho faith that looks through... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 strani
...join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1870 - 538 strani
...though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory...death ; In years that bring the philosophic, mind. Orotund, rising at the close to the high pitch of exnltant joy. I hear the echoes through the mountains... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 strani
...bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, — Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And oh, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 strani
...bright He now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart... | |
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