 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1900 - 350 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 01 he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1912 - 1112 páginas
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours 60 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... | |
 | 1913 - 620 páginas
...hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish 'd from my life ; For 0 ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, * A very inadequate translation of the original — Verschmerzcn werd' ich dieaen Schlag, das weiss... | |
 | Kuno Francke - 1913 - 640 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 vanish 'd from my life; For 0 ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform 'd for me the real to... | |
 | Kuno Francke, Isidore Singer - 1914 - 614 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 vanish 'd from my life ; For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform 'd for me the real to... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1914 - 484 páginas
...nicht der Mensch 1 LITERALLY. Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish 'd from my life / For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth. Transform 'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
 | Dominic Barthel - 1927 - 790 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 oh ! He stood beside me, like my youth — Transformed for me the real to... | |
 | Patrick J. Keane - 2005 - 575 páginas
...he shall eventually "grieve down the blow," for "What does man not grieve down," Wallenstein adds: Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life Whatever fortunes wait upon my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and... | |
 | 703 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... | |
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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. 
