 | 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, 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 - 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.
...happiness: For hope grew round me, like 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 - 386 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 orcn nature, all the natural man : This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that which suits... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1851 - 622 стор.
...happiness : For hope grew round me like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage not my own seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth ; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, Bui, oh ! each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 стор.
...hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. Bat DOW afflictions bow me down to earth : -Nor care I that...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. Tor not to think of what I needs must feel, Bat to be -nil and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 стор.
...fruits^a3n^lojj&^ . I|ut now afHlctionjJboj^aie«4o^n to earth : ]STor1^TO:I"that they fob me of myTmrth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave...For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to bejstill and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal ^ From my own nature all... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - 338 стор.
...In the beautiful though unequal ode entitled Dejection, stanza six, occurs the following passage : ' For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to...; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my omn nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that, which suits... | |
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There was a time when, though 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. 
