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" As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day. "
London Magazine: Or, Gentleman's Monthly Intelligencer... - Side 103
1735
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The Boy's Second Help to Reading: A Selection of Choice Passages from ...

Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass 5 As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass ; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colors of the air, Which to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day. 0 may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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The Rhyme and Reason of Country Life, Or, Selections from Fields Old and New

Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass ; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colors of the air, Which to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 sider
...through hope's deluding glass ; As yon summits soft and fair Clad in colours of the air, Which to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appe'ar ; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ...

Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass. As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colors of the air, Which, to those /?v^ ` `>\H`@\ ` `X` ` ` _ _~] Y Yc] `w` ` _ _\X same coarse way ; The present 's still a cloudy day. ASPIRATIONS AFTER A WELL-HARMONIZED, WELL-TONKD...
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An Introduction to the Study of Aesthetics

James Clement Moffat - 1856 - 300 sider
...later and a greater poet : " As yon summits, soft and fair, Clad in colors of the air, Which to those who journey near Barren, brown, and rough appear : Still we tread the same coarse way, The present 's still a cloudy day." Here distinctly lies the radical idea of the opening...
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Englische Dichter: Eine Auswahl englischer Dichtungen mit deutscher Uebersetzung

1856 - 754 sider
...Siege! 3n bet J>offnung fa[f*fm Sief»e, jeiu tuft' gen fyvfy'n rn Ssmtjtn i<i$ unb Which to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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Principles of Elocution

Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass. As yon summits, soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air, Which, to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way ; The present's still a cloudy day. Oh ! may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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Poetry of the Woods: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Forest Scenes ...

1864 - 148 sider
...through Hope's deluding glass, As yon summits, soft and fair, Clad in colors of the air, Which, to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way : The present's still a cloudy day. 0 may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Bind 2

Abraham Mills - 1858 - 608 sider
...through hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of He air, Which, to those who journey near, Barren, brown, and rough appear; Still we tread the same coarse way, The present 's still a cloudy day. O may I with myself agree, And never covet what...
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