 If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.  Elementary Composition Exercises - Страница 160по Irène Hardy - 1890 - 159 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 240 страници
...Friend, are almost gone, My life has been approv'd, And many love me, but by none Am I enough belov'd." " Now both himself and me he wrongs, The man who thus...live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains, f30 And, Matthew, for thy Children dead I'll be a son to thee !" At this he grasp'd his hands, and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 страници
...need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my Friend, are almost gone,. My life has...And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved." or the sonnet on Buonaparte, page 202, vol. 2; or finally (for a volume would scarce suffice to exhaust... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 страници
...bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. " My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been...happy plains, " And, Matthew, for thy Children dead I '11 be a son to thee !" At this he grasped my hand, and said, " Alas ! that cannot be." We rose up... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страници
...bemoan His kisrired laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is tbe man of mirth. « My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been...And many love me; but by none Am I enough beloved. » w Now both himself and me he wrongs, The man who thus complains! I live and sing my idle songs Upon... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone, My life has been...happy plains, And, Matthew, for thy children dead I 'll be a son to thee !" At this he grasped my hand, and said, " Alas ! that cannot be." We rose up... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - 360 страници
...need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been...And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved." or the sonnet on Bonaparte, page 202, vol. 2 ; or finally, (for a volume would scarce suffice to exhaust... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 464 страници
...bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own ; It is the man of mirth. My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none AmI enough beloved." " Now both himself and me he wrongs, The man who thus complains ! I live and sing... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 страници
...bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own ; It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone, My life has been...happy plains, And, Matthew, for thy children dead I '11 be a sou to thee ! " At this he grasped my hand, and said, " Alas ! that cannot be !" We rose... | |
 | Mary Ann Serrett Barber - 1844 - 376 страници
...character, has come nearer to truth and life in the words which he has placed in the mouth of a real one ; My days, my friend, are almost gone, My life has been...And many love me, but by none, Am I enough beloved. The extremely tender and sensitive mind sometimes meets with a suitable return, but perhaps it is rare... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 страници
...bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own ; It is the man of mirth. My days, my Friend, are almost gone, My life has been...happy plains ; And, Matthew, for thy children dead I '11 be a son to thee ! " At this he grasped my hand, and said, « Alas ! that cannot be." We rose... | |
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