 | Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 60 sayfa
...when most alone ; Theonly pleasures we can calr our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fiiiry frost-worlTmelts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics... | |
 | 1841 - 360 sayfa
...when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a...wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relies of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 sayfa
...dust to dust ;' but half its talc untold ; Time tempers not its terrors." BVBON'S Agt f)/Brtmzf. I " en is adopted, with some alteration, from an old Scottish song, beginning thu ROOKRS' Plftitvm <>/ Memory. * MS. — " Thonph oft he stops to wonder still That his old legends have... | |
 | 1843 - 374 sayfa
...he bade adieu to the world and its interests for ever ! LIGHTER than air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky, If but a...These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour roundJier path a stream of living light, And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 sayfa
...when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter timn air. Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a...wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relies of a well-spent hour 1 These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path... | |
 | 1844 - 288 sayfa
...pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting eloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play,...art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relics of a well spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight Four round her path a stream of... | |
 | Sophocles, John Frederick Boyes - 1844 - 242 sayfa
...her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright hours of the past, that she cannot destroy. Moore. Say, can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relics of a well spent hour. Rogers' Pleasures of Memory. The same sentiment occurs in Pind. Olymp. ii. 29 ; Esdras... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sayfa
...when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Keason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 sayfa
...pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting eloud obsciue the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo !...melts away : But, can the wiles of art, the grasp of powir, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent Аомг ? These, when the trembling spirit takes her... | |
 | Charles P. Bronson - 1845 - 438 sayfa
...most tiont, The only pleasures we can call our ox» я. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, I,"' Faney't fairy frost-work melts away: But, can the wiles of art, the grnsp of potter, Snatch the... | |
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Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS. 
