 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 страници
...the more 115 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...I catch The language of my former heart, and read 120 My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 страници
...my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, mv dearest friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice...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... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - 420 страници
...and sou 1 Of all mj moral being. Nor, perchance, For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this fair river; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. O! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister! And this prayer I... | |
 | 1870 - 464 страници
...the more 115 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...I catch The language of my former heart, and read 120 My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 630 страници
...Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For ihou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; ihou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy...Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thce what Ï was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1871 - 642 страници
...hanks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I cateh The language of my former heart, and read My former...lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I hehold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer 1 make Knowing that Nature never... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1872 - 584 страници
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me, here npon 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... | |
 | Poems - 1872 - 362 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... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 страници
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thon art with me here, upon the banks Of this thee what I was once, Knowing that nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,... | |
 | T. LINDSEY ASPLAND - 1874 - 492 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... | |
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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. 
