 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1881 - 592 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest, thing of every day Ho learns to wean himself; for the strong hours leeves and pockets their broadpieces and lockets, The tokens vanished from my life. For oh, ho stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1882 - 448 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Joseph Parsons Comegys - 1882 - 320 páginas
...himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet 1 feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For, O! he stood beside me like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1884 - 444 páginas
...the highest As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1887 - 348 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For 0 ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1887 - 348 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For 0! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed lor me the real to a tiream,... | |
 | James Stark - 1889 - 202 páginas
...most serious deprivation. Schiller is not more poetical than truthful in describing the loss: — " Yet I feel what I have lost in him, The bloom is vanished from my life, For 0 ! he stood beside me like iey youth, Transformed to me the real to a dream,... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1895 - 460 páginas
...Denn was verschmerzte nuiht der Mensch ! LITERALLY. He learns to wean himself : for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For oh, he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton - 1895 - 460 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of even- day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For Oh ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
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From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. 
