| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve, not, rather...suffering, In the faith that looks through death, IB years that bring the philosophic mind. And oh ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind, 354 In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - 358 pages
...э ri g' ht, Au'&-Vf,-.,. '-v;is~!f- ».-''fc ••$.•*•№ зМШ йяк I do not grieve, but rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy, Which hav ing been, must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In years... | |
| Moyle Sherer - 1826 - 430 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." WORDSWORTH. THE END. LONDON : Printed by A. & R. Spottiswoode, New- Street- Square. ... | |
| Moyle Sherer - 1826 - 420 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." THE END. LONDON : WoRDSWOflttt. Printed by A. & R. Spottiswoode, New- Street- Square. />. 3 ?> "•^**^^... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. 11. And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring hack the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather...what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which hating been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 pages
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| 1832 - 492 pages
...now for ever taken from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind ! LIFE. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The soul that rises wimus, our life's Star, Hath... | |
| Letitia Elizabeth Landon - 1831 - 354 pages
...what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day." " Though nothing can bring back the hour, We will grieve not — rather find Strength in what...suffering— In the faith that looks through death." WORDSWOKTH. OF all passions, love is the most engrossing and the most superstitious. How often has... | |
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