 | 1822 - 962 sayfa
...animal occupied with the past and the future — an animal subject to melancholy : " We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." The extremes of cultivation and of savage nature equally present man... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 sayfa
...keen joyance Langour cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sayfa
...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Tbou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sayfa
...shapes of sky or-plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain? * # * * We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sayfa
...keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er faintest all thou look's! upon ! — the stars, Which on thy cradle beam'd so brightly sweet, Were g moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And... | |
 | 1835 - 598 sayfa
...waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sayfa
...or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things... | |
 | 1837 - 418 sayfa
...of manhood is but the idle " crackling of thorns under the pot" in comparison. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are (hose that tell of saddest thought." 248 FLOWERS OF FICTION. 249 And yet, despite even their glee,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 sayfa
...keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sayfa
...keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of...thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look hefore and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our... | |
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. 
