 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 σελίδες
...Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tiiings 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 joys we ever should come near.... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 σελίδες
...keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but no'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of...some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are those which toll of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 σελίδες
...? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not be : Shades of annoyance Never come near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking,...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincercst laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 σελίδες
...pain? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not be : Shadow of annoyance Never come 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. Better... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 σελίδες
...? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not he : Shades of annoyance Never come 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 burn Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 σελίδες
...knew love's sad satiety. Waking, or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep ff han we mortals dream ; Or how could thy notes flow in...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.... | |
 | 1856 - 482 σελίδες
...? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not be : Shades of annoyance Never come 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.... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 σελίδες
...pain? With thy clear keen joyance Langour 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.... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 σελίδες
...pain? With thy clear keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that toll of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Better... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 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. Better... | |
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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... 
