 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 568 страници
...inmate man. Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. ****»*» 0 joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live,...thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty, the simple... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 766 страници
...remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest...creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, ' With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 384 страници
...earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth...yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of pur past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to... | |
 | 1854 - 456 страници
...earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX. O, joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth...— That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction... | |
 | Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1854 - 192 страници
...— such a piece of inspired philosophy — we do not believe exists elsewhere in human language: — "O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1855 - 704 страници
...earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX. O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth...creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 страници
...lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX. 0, joy ! that in our embers The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise... | |
 | 1855 - 458 страници
...earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX. O, joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth...— That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! I.S1IMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction... | |
 | Theodore Parker - 1855 - 420 страници
...wheel. When God turns the mill, who shall stop it ? There is a spark from the good God in us all. " O, joy that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive." Methinks I see some thoughtful man, studious of truth, his intellectual piety writ on his tall pale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1856 - 538 страници
...almost as life! That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive The thought of our past years in mo doth breed, Perpetual benediction: not indeed For...creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breasts -Not for thee I raise The song of thanks and praise;... | |
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:... 
