 Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest....  Ivors, by the author of 'Amy Herbert'. - Side 430af Elizabeth Missing Sewell - 1856Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | John Keble - 1827 - 398 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | John Keble - 1827 - 216 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | John Keble - 1837 - 442 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky, To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. St. Philip and St. James. 323 Still in the world's hot restless gleam... | |
 | John Keble - 1842 - 332 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky, To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest— But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | 1878 - 496 sider
...Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, And ever fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky, Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | Elizabeth Missing Sewell - 1849 - 274 sider
...repose of the rest." He again smiled as he once more repeated from his favourite poet the lines — ' Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest, But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm, is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | Anna Atkins - 1852 - 912 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky, To autumn or to spring. " Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest, But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing charm is blest. " Still in the world's hot restless gleam, She plies her weary task,... | |
 | Martha Macdonald Lamont - 1854 - 334 sider
...vigorous, fresh, her own pUst existence, as she recalled it, would have seemed all unreal. CHAPTER XIV. " Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest— But middle ago by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam The soul pursues... | |
 | John Keble - 1856 - 406 sider
...fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest— But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task,... | |
 | Elizabeth Missing Sewell - 1857 - 366 sider
...her heart, " God bless you, dearest, and give you peace, as He has given it tome." CHAPTER LXXXVII. MARRIAGE is not the object of life,—only one amongst...sweet the old man's rest; But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing care is blest. But the true work of life is carried on in this dusty and toilsome... | |
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