 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 страници
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | 1846 - 302 страници
...should 1 the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | 1846 - 308 страници
...upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice 1 catch The language of my former heart, and read My...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 страници
...Tintern. — Vol. ii. p. 179. > — " Thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river; thoil, my dearest friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy...in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a littlo while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! and tub prayer I make, Knowing... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 страници
...banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, 5 My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catth The language of my former heart, and read My former...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 10 My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay; For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this fair river; — thou, my dearest friend, My dear,...heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting light Of thy wild eyes. O ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 страници
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this wight that has y-gazing been, Kens the forthcoming...Ah ! luckless he, and born beneath the beam Of evi pleasure* in the shooting light» Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 страници
...see. , rr. 11. Rl Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 страници
...this fair river ; thou, my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The langnage of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | 1853 - 442 страници
...I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : * For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this fair river : thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...catch The language of my former heart, and read My purer pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee... | |
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My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. 
