I long for scenes where man has never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie, The grass below — above the vaulted sky. Morning studies and evening pastimes - Сторінка 169автори: Spencer Timothy Hall - 1870Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
| 1864 - 640 стор.
...far more strangers than the rest. " I long for scenes where mnn has never trod, A place where womnn never smiled or wept, There to abide with my Creator God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie, The grass below, — above, the vaulted sky." It is a sad picture... | |
| 1866 - 924 стор.
...scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best Arc strange — nay, they are stranger than the ¡ long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes... | |
| 1867 - 612 стор.
...loved the best Are strange-nay the yare stranger lhan the rest. 1 long for scenes where man hasnever trod, For scenes where woman never smiled or wept; There to abide with my crealor, bod, \ml sleep, as I in childwood sweetly slept, pull of higli thougts unborn. So let me lie,... | |
| Spencer Timothy Hall - 1873 - 478 стор.
...scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreamf Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys. But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's...wept ; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep ns I in childhood sweetly slept, Full of high thoughts unborn. So let mo lie. The grass below ; above,... | |
| 1878 - 368 стор.
...of my life's esteems, And e'en the dearest — that I loved the best — Are strange — nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept ; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood... | |
| Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 стор.
...nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor th a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for...chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this ear I long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes where woman never smiled or wept ; There to... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 стор.
...scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away. Go thou to Rome, — at o Aro strange — nay, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, For... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 стор.
...noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither souse of life iior joys, But the hngo all Reprieve th — imy, they are stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, For scenes where... | |
| 1886 - 494 стор.
...Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best Are strange : —...never trod For scenes where woman never smiled or wepi ; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep, us I in childhood sweetly slept, Full of high... | |
| FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE - 1906 - 538 стор.
...scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dream, Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys, But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem And all that's...strange — nay, they are stranger than the rest. I Second Series 229 I long for scenes where man has never trod — For scenes where woman never smiled... | |
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