 | Jacob Cats, Robert Farlie - 1860 - 260 страници
...the scorching fire that would consume them.—LEL LIGHTER than air Hope's summer visions die; If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...play, Lo ! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away.— ROGERS. SIR KENELM DIGBY, in his Private Memoirs, makes a lover say, "I will go to the other world... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 страници
...alone — The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo ! fancy's tairy frost-work melts away ; But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relics... | |
 | 1861 - 356 страници
...collect and shape themselves, Upstarting in their own completed image, To scare or to reward. COLERIDGE. But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch...hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her night, Pour round her path a stream of living light; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest,... | |
 | LUDWIG HERRIG - 1861 - 956 страници
...alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost work melts awayl But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rieh relics of a well-spent... | |
 | 1861 - 996 страници
...alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter thaii air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost work melts away! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well... | |
 | LUDQIG HERRIG - 1861 - 478 страници
...cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost work melts awayl But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rieh relics of a well-spent honr? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 страници
...Is only ours. Life, however short, is made still shorter by waste of time. Joksan. LIFE-Well Spent. Can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the...well-spent hour * These, when the trembling spirit winjs hi? flight, Pour round his path a stream of living light. And gild thoso pure and perfect realms... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1864 - 154 страници
...alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer- visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Eeason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,... | |
 | English poetry - 1867 - 336 страници
...alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer- visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, 65 Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the... | |
 | James McCrie - 1871 - 652 страници
...alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wiugs her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light, And gild those pure and perfect realms... | |
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Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS. 
