...cannot weave over again the airy, unsubstantial drauu, which reason and experience have dispelled, " What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be now for ever taken from our sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower...

...recollection comes rushing by with thoughts of long-past years, and rings in my ears with never-dying sound. " What though the radiance which was once so bright,...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flow'r ; V I do not grieve, but rather find Strength in what...

...language of a fine poet (who is himself among my earliest and not least painful recollections) — " What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour...

...reflecting on the gifts of maturity. What 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 in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...

...my thoughts and feet still take their old direction, though hailed by no friendly greetings : — " What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now for ever vanished from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass — of splendour...

...in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day hright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring hack the hour Of splendour in...

...in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that ptay, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so hright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can hring hack the hour Of splendour in...

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...the day about from sun to sun, and rock the tedious year as in a delightful dream." What though tho radiance which was once, so bright Be now for ever taken from our sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the Uowcr !...

...eternal truths of his life the knowledge which these ' high instincts' bore about them, he exclaims, What though the radiance which was once so bright...can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass or glory in the flower, He can still find abundant blessing in what is left ; In the primal sympathy...