 | George Hochfield - 2004 - 438 halaman
...would never enter this schoolroom again." He went on and read the next stanza of the ode: The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare. Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair. The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I... | |
 | William Dell - 2005 - 108 halaman
...among the meadows, groves and streams, are gone. These experiences are his no more. II The Rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I... | |
 | 2005 - 334 halaman
...wheresoe'er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 halaman
...not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, 172 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH II The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I... | |
 | David Rosen - 2008 - 224 halaman
...the despairing first stanza, the second continues with the voice of debased adulthood: The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair. . . . (11. 10-15) Immediately we recognize the... | |
 | Tom Walsh - 2007 - 200 halaman
...wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I... | |
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The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath... 
