 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 páginas
...What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth bre Perpetual benediction: not indeed am : Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty cloud...shepherd, all involved in wreaths of fire, Now shows a sh breast:Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings ,... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 146 páginas
...of common day. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction ; not, indeed, For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight...still fluttering in his breast. Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 páginas
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | H. C. Foster - 1853 - 378 páginas
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise : But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 760 páginas
...was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight...still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | Anna U. Russell - 1853 - 580 páginas
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 604 páginas
...nature yet remembers The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise, But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, >... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 páginas
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obsiinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 560 páginas
...so fugitive ! . The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast;-— Juv. si. 21— Ed. jNot'for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 566 páginas
...With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — * Juv. ri. 27.— Ed. Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate...from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like... | |
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise... 
