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" We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. "
Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ... - Trang 263
bởi Thomas Miller - 1837 - 425 trang
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 trang
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and afte7, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 trang
...cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 trang
...cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and afier, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 trang
...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream i XVIII. We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thouj. Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear ; If we were things born...

Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 trang
...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, XVII. Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy note flow in such a crystal stream 1 xvm. We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest...

Hood's Magazine, Tập 5

1846 - 590 trang
...can only present the following stanzas to the reader:-r" Waking or asleep, Thou of death must dream Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream ;...some pain is fraught. Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought." To speak more immediately of the little volume before us; it is greatly...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 trang
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but never knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sinccrest laughter With some pain is fraught; [thought. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest...

Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 trang
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? I«W TBE PRISONER OF CHILLON. We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest...

The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of ...

Gem book - 1846 - 398 trang
...shapes of sky or plain ! [pain ! What love of thine own kind ! What ignorance of We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; [thought. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride,...

The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 trang
...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a cryst»! stream ' XVIII. We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sinccrest laughter...




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