 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 стор.
...rob me of ray mirth. But oh ! each visitation S'jspends what nature gave me at my birth. My slmping heed the spell, and hilher wing your way, Like far-off music, voyaging th he still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the... | |
 | University magazine - 1846 - 780 стор.
...themselves, when unsupported by the approbation of others. Every step I take is with hesitation ; and ' And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man." OOLKBJDOE. every new reflection makes me dread an error and absurdity in my reasoning. For, with what... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1847 - 416 стор.
...' Ode to Dejection,' which you were pleased with. These lines, in the Original, followed the line ' My shaping spirit of imagination,' — ' For not to...From my own nature all the natural man ; This was my soul resource, my only plan And that which suits a part infests the whole, And now is almost grown... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 338 стор.
...themselves ;—my fancy, and the love of nature, and the sense of beauty in forms and sounds. 1s 16 [For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; The second advantage, which I owe to my early peAnd haply by abstruse research to steal From my own... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 572 стор.
...themselves ; — my fancy, and the love of nature, and the sense of beauty in forms and sounds.1s 1" [For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; The second advantage, which I owe to my early peAnd haply by abstruse research to steal From my own... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 570 стор.
...themselves ; — my fancy, and the love of nature, and the sense of beauty in forms and sounds.18 18 [For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to he still and patient, all I can ; The second advantage, which I owe to my early peAnd haply by abstruse... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 стор.
...seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth. Out oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My ihaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 стор.
...(huts, and foliage, not my own, seern'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : .Nur care 1 that they rob me of my mirth. But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My duping «pint of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, Bat lo be still and patienl,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 стор.
...the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth. But O ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination. For... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1851 - 384 стор.
...his own soul ; burying himself in the profoundest abstractions, from life and human sensibilities. ' For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to...; And haply by abstruse research to steal, From my on>n nature, all the natural man : This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that which suits... | |
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... my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, 80 And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. 
