 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...passion first waked a new life through his frame, And bis soul — like the wood that grows precious in burning — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1852 - 212 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...— Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Mornin<r, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 sider
...morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the black shore alone. 2. Ne'er tell me of glorjes serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. O, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his frame,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced o'er at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er...moment's returning. When passion first waked a new life thro' his frame, And his soul, — like the wood that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced o'er at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er...moment's returning. When passion first waked a new life thro' his frame, And his soul, — like the wood that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1853 - 790 sider
...passing the spr:ng-tido of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danced en at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give mo back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are wcrth Evening's beet light > "... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1855 - 810 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adoring The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness... | |
 | 1856 - 754 sider
...passing the spring -tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us. And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, ""Vn passion first waked a new life through his frame, Um Samtjbcfl^ fiijje Sieben. Unb gtiin unb blojj... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 348 sider
...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. 104 And his soul — like the wood that grows precious iu burning — Gave out all its sweets to love's... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1856 - 408 sider
...from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adoring The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ;...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave... | |
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Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light Oh, who would not welcome that moment's... 
