 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagine
...voice I catcb The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting light« evated in conception. That on France was considered by Sh tbee what 1 was once, My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that nature never did... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pagine
...dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy...little while May I behold in thee what I was once, Мт dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pagine
...counter-stroke; that I must necessarily wound myscff, when I wound another, NATURE ALWAYS TRUE. JVafure — never did betray The heart, that loved her! Tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to leud From joy to /ay; for she can so inform The mind, that is within us, so impress, With quietness... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 pagine
...coun/e^stroke; that I must necessarily wound myseff, when I wound another. MATURE ALWAYS TRXHt. Nature—never did betray The heart, that loved her! Tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, lo lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind, lhat is tettAin us. so impress, With quietness... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 pagine
...wound my self \ when I wound another. HATURB ALWAYS TRUE. JVofurff— never did betray The heart, thai loved her! Tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to 1* • ' From joy \ojoy; for she can so inform The mind, that is within us, so impress, With quietness... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 pagine
...dearest friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a littlo while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! and tub prayer I make, Knowing... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1847 - 862 pagine
...her with gratitude for so cheap a blessing, reminding me of what Wordsworth says,— " Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the ycnrs of tliis our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can BO inform The mind that is within us,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1848 - 384 pagine
...observing eye, an open receptive soul. With him it is no holiday belief, but a deep religious conviction, that " Nature never did betray The heart that loved...years of this, our life, to lead From joy to joy." Amid the woods and fields, under the clear sky, and with the fresh morning airs breathing life into... | |
 | William Paul - 1848 - 426 pagine
...we have sustained! Do we not feel as we admire, that " Nature never did betray The heart that lov'd her: 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy." the most delightful. The colours of many kinds have the same fervid glow ; the same perfumes scent... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pagine
...dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thec what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
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My dear dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear dear Sister! and this prayer I... 
