| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 halaman
...'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-Maying anno "twixt now and then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong,... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 halaman
...mute sister, Patience, nothing loath, And both supporting, does the work of both. Youth and Age. Vene, a-May ing With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? Ah, woful when ! Ah, for... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 halaman
...'mid blossoms straying, Inhere hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When...I was young ? Ah, woful when ! Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong,... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 halaman
..." ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young 1 Ah, woful when ! Ah, for... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 halaman
...friend devoutest of my choice, — Thus mayst thou ever, evermore rejoice ! YOUTH AND AGE. V i ;i , r, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine ! Life went a-maying, With nature, hope and poesy, When I was young ! When I was young 1 — Ah, woful when ! Ah,... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 halaman
..." ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young 1 Ah, woful when! Ah, for... | |
| John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 halaman
...wildest heights, the sun our pillar of light by day, the moon our pillar of glory by night. " Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding like a bee, Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy When I was young. Nought car'd I for wind or weather, When youth... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 halaman
..." ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful when! Ah, for... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 halaman
...'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful when I Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then ! Tliis breathing house not built with hands, This body that... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 halaman
...'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeilmg, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying J `E+J viten ! Ah for the change 'twixt now and then! Tliis breathing house not built with hands, This body... | |
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