 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 334 sider
...shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy keen clear joyance, Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 sider
...an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields or waves or mountains...joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never come near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep Thou of death must... | |
 | 1854 - 456 sider
...empty vaunt, — . A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in .such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 sider
...1 What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance,...deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes now in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 sider
...empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but no'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1854 - 322 sider
...shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy keen clear joyance, Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 sider
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not be : Shades of annoyance Never come near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 sider
...an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains?...What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain P With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 sider
...empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. * What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains...Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep We look before and after. And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sider
...— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy hnppy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What...Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincercst laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near... 
