 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1874 - 200 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... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1874 - 96 страници
...the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks 1 15 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 1 20 May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! and this prayer... | |
 | 1874 - 332 страници
...objects of all thought, And rolls through all things . . Thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights m Ot thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1875 - 728 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...I catch The language of my former heart, and read Mv former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. 0, yet a little while May I behold" in... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 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... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1876 - 574 страници
...my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river ; thon, my dearest friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy...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... | |
 | Lucy Larcom - 1876 - 278 страници
...my moral being. 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...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... | |
 | 1876 - 326 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...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. 0, yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! and this prayer... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1877 - 464 страници
...to decay|: For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, 115 My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 120 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. 
