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" The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys,... "
Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd - Страница 130
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Poems in 2 vols., reprinted original ed. of 1807 ed. with note on the ..., Том 2

William Wordsworth - 1807
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring f rom an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To...

Poems, in Two Volumes, Том 1

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 170 страници
...lovely yetj The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race, hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To...

Poems

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ..., Том 2

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To...

The Etonian, Том 1

1821
...Wordsworth is not a poetical man, but always and exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you bis own words — " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and feats ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie to.o deep for tears."...

The human heart [tales].

Human heart - 1824
...marvellous from the wonderful stories you were wont to charm me withal, on your return from school. " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears."* I have now before me many of the scenes of our childhood in all their vivid colouring : I can see,...

The Etonian

Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824
...Wordsworth is not a poetical man, but always and exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you his own words — " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, itsjoys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep...

The North American Review, Том 18

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824
...yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears ; To...

The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of ...

British poets - 1828
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms arc won. Thanks to the human heart liy which we Ih Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and feara. To...

The year book of daily recreation and information

William Hone - 1832
...thy parting with regret. And linger, loath to leave. — THE SEASON OF SPRING. [For the Year Book.] Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks...tenderness, its joys and fears ; To me the meanest aewer that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. — — I cannot restrain...




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