 When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead— -anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many! — yet how few!  Tales of a tourist - Страница 198по Alicia Lefanu - 1823Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
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...out of things familiar, undesign'd. When least we deem of such, calls up to vieir The spectres whom no exorcism can bind. The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew. The mourn'd, the, loved, the Io*t — too many! — yet how few ! Wearied with the contemplation of scenes... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1818 - 624 страници
...out ot things familiar, undesigned, When least we deem of auch, culls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed —...mourned, the loved, the lost — too many ! yet how few ! The following exquisite hurst of patriotism will surely be thought to more than atone fur the petulant... | |
 | 1818 - 806 страници
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew. The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many! — yet how few ! Wearied with the contemplation of scenes... | |
 | 1818 - 574 страници
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, « When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few! '' (P. 14, 15.). From this picture of... | |
 | 1818 - 638 страници
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few !" We find, accordingly, that in the course... | |
 | 1818 - 502 страници
...out of things familiar, undetign'd. When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind. The cold— the changed— perchance the dead — anew, The motirn'd, the loied, the lost— too many ! yet how few! XXV. But my soul wanders ; I demand it back... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 страници
...out of things familiar , undesign'd , When least we deem of such , calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind , The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew , The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few ! XXV. But my soul wanders ; I demand it... | |
 | Samuel Bailey - 1821 - 300 страници
...out of things familiar, undesigned, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed —...the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few!* It is in general very difficult, and even impracticable, to recal at will the peculiar emotions which... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead— -anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many! — yet how few! XXV. But my soul wanders ; I demand it... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 страници
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, rails up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few ! Hut my soul wanders ; I demand it back... | |
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