 | Friedrich Schiller - 1800 - 182 стор.
...him. Yet I feel what I have loft In him. The bloom is vanifh'd from my life. For O ! he ftood befide me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to...Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalatipns of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanifh'd — and... | |
 | 1823 - 782 стор.
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;—...life— For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform \l for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
 | 1823 - 858 стор.
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable... | |
 | 1823 - 772 стор.
...the highest, As from the vilest tiling of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transfonn'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable... | |
 | 1827 - 608 стор.
...himself: for the strong hour* Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost la him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For O ! he stood beside me like my youth,...palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawu. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished and returns not. After this... | |
 | 1827 - 618 стор.
...of Schiller himself. As from the vilest thing of every day . He weans himself : for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For О ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd forme the real to a dream,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 444 стор.
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself : for the strong hours e of his О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...the highest, Ая from the vilest thing of every day Ho learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The...he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for mo the real to a dream. Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833 - 250 стор.
...rapture ; I walked, a consecrated being, contemplating only your power,Ayour excellence ; For O, you stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, "' -' 'Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. ' The bloom has vanished... | |
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From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. 
