 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 σελίδες
...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Tbou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than...are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 σελίδες
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better... | |
 | 1835 - 598 σελίδες
...waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things...thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?"... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 σελίδες
...or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 σελίδες
...Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 σελίδες
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 σελίδες
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought Yet if we could scorn' Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 σελίδες
...pain t With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou They smile so when one's right, and when one's wrong,...a chaste kiss ,•— I learned the little that I for what U not : Our einccrest laughter With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are those that... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 σελίδες
...pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.... | |
 | 1846 - 590 σελίδες
...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... | |
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Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our... 
