| 1800 - 572 страници
...th' 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 a dream,... | |
| 1800 - 574 страници
...th' highest, As frsm the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself: for the strong hour* 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... | |
| 1823 - 782 страници
...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 \l for me the real to... | |
| 1823 - 858 страници
...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 О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to... | |
| 1823 - 772 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest tiling 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 О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transfonn'd for me the real to... | |
| 1827 - 618 страници
...of Schiller himself. As from the vilest thing of every day . He weans himself : for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For О ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd forme the real to a dream,... | |
| 1827 - 608 страници
...himself: for the strong hour* Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost la him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For O ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
| Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 444 страници
...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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...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 О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a... | |
| 1830 - 592 страници
...incident, person, place, and thing, through the medium of her imagination, and that ' Transformed for her the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar / With golden exhalations of the dawn.' pp. 112 — 114. Years pass away : we need not say how they were passed, but the result is expressively... | |
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