 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 страници
...: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care...me at my birth, My shaping spirit- of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 страници
...distress. For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...me, like the twining vine, And frniU, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. fiat now afflictions how me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, Bnt oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, Mj duping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care 1 that they rob me of my mirth. Rut oh ! each visitation Swpend» he s For not to think of what 1 needs must feel, Rut to be Mill and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...me, like Ihe twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, scern'd mine. But now' affliction» that shudder'U, she unbound The cincture from beneath Suípende what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what... | |
 | 1834 - 512 страници
...happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine, But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse... | |
 | 1836 - 758 страници
...m< Uphysical studies, to dull, if possible, the sense of pain. " But now afflictions bow me to the earth, Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But,...gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination — For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient all I can, And Imply by... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 274 страници
...have some hope of conveying to you, with good effect, the results of my experience. " But seared thoug Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth. But, oh!...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination. And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man,— This is my sole... | |
 | 1836 - 804 страници
...if possihle, the sense of pain. " But now afflictions how me to the earth, Nor care I that they roh me of my mirth; But, oh, each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my hirth, My shaping spirit of imagination — For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to he still... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 396 страници
...For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, " And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. " But now afflictions bow me down to earth : - - Nor...me at my birth, " My shaping spirit of imagination. - For not to think of what I needs must feel, " But to be .-till and patient, all I can ; " And haply... | |
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But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth ; But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. 
