 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For 0 ! he 'stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | 1854 - 576 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, — Transformed for me the real to... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge - 1854 - 334 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For 0 ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 страници
...th' highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish'd from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, * A very inadequate translation of... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1856 - 418 страници
...impatiently, as if sure to find some one that would stand beside us, like our youth, transforming for us the real to a dream, clothing the palpable and the familiar " with golden exhalations of the dawn," or, as another poet says, hoping to find " A mistress and a saint in every grove." For there is something... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 452 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 страници
...the highest. As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Karl Otfried Müller, John William Donaldson - 1858 - 596 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom has vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1861 - 676 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself : for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For oh ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 344 страници
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day Ho learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
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From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me... 
