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" That weighs us down who live and earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day. "
The Earthy Paradise: A Poem - Сторінка 1
автори: William Morris - 1870
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 122

1877 - 798 стор.
...of English political life, and turned from the subject, as he had often done before, muttering — "Dreamer of dreams born out of my due time ! Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? " In all his musings of to-day, with the ostensible purpose above recorded, Cosmo was now and then...
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Notes and Queries

1891 - 672 стор.
...prettily in the Apology to the ' Earthly Paradise ' of his dreams coming through the " ivory gate ":— Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to Bet the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beat with light wing against the...
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The North American Review, Том 107

1868 - 690 стор.
...no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, 360 Morris's Earthly Paradise. [July, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time...quite away From us poor singers of an empty day." He tells us then the story of Atalanta's race, the tale of Perseus and Andromeda, the story of Cupid...
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The Lovers of Gudrun: A Poem

William Morris - 1870 - 196 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time...quite away From us poor singers of an empty day." Mr. Morris's diction is doubtless far from perfect in its kind. It is as little purely primitive as...
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The Quarterly Review, Том 132

1872 - 612 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memories away From us poor singers of an empty day.' Such is Mr. Morris's apology for taking us back...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 15;Том 78

1872 - 830 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memories away From us poor singers of an empty day." Such is Mr. Morris's apology for taking us back...
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Love is Enough: Or, The Freeing of Pharamond, a Morality

William Morris - 1873 - 192 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time...quite away From us poor singers of an empty day." Mr. Morris's diction is doubtless far from perfect in Us kind. It is as little purely primitive as...
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Our Monthly, Том 2

1870 - 466 стор.
...bread, These idle verses have no power to hear ; So let me sing of Dames remembered. Because thvv, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their...memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day. 272 William Morris. "Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Том 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time...Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should 1 strive to set tho crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Heats with light wing...
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The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Том 92

1878 - 802 стор.
...earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear ; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memory away From us poor singers of an empty day. Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I...
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