 But here are common, earthly hues, to such an aspect wrought. That none, save thine, can seem so like the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's...  Southern Quarterly Review - Сторінка 387редактори - 1843Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1826 - 450 стор.
...is painful mimicry Of omething hetter, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozeo sei arrived the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot. The sportita hopes, that used to chase their shifting shadons on, Like children playing in the sun, are... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 стор.
...shall lay before our readers. It contains, says the sage Reviewer, ' no less than three figures :' The sportive Hopes that used to chase their shifting shadows on( Like children playiug in the sun are gone, for ever pone , And on a carelesssnllen peace my doublc-fronted-mind,... | |
 | 1826 - 622 стор.
..."no less than three figures;" it is really a tit-bit, a genuine piece of poesy. The sportive hopee, that used to chase their shifting shadows on, Like children playing in tiie am, are gone — for ever gone ; ^ And ou a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind, Like... | |
 | 1829 - 436 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's...shadows on, Like children playing in the sun, are gone — for ever gone ; And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mmd, Like Janus, when his gates... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's...shadows on, Like children playing- in the sun, are gone—for ever gone : And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind, Like Janus, when his... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea just reach'd the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot. The sportive... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea just reached the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot. The sportive... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea just reached the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot. The sportive... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, Is painful mimicry Of something better, which ii now A memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea Arrived the icy spot, Where man's magnetic feelings show Their guiding task forgot. The sportive hopes, that used to chase Their... | |
 | Edward Coote Pinkney - 1841 - 28 стор.
...the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's...And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted rnind, Like Janus when his gates were shut, looks forward and behind. Apollo placed his harp, of old,... | |
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