 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1888 - 328 стор.
...vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Xor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitntion Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1889 - 476 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 oum nature, all the natural man; This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that, which suits a... | |
 | 1889 - 552 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 ; But O, each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination : For... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - 976 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 roi) me of my mirth ; But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1890 - 412 стор.
...so good English as reccus caspcs is good Latin. 2 Shaping, $c.] Compare Dejection : an Ode : — " What Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination." 3 Morning's feverous doze.'] Compare The Pains of Slrtp. Is this l piled earth our being's passless... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1891 - 320 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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination." And then follow the lines which De Quincey has quoted, which are imperfect and less emphatic without... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1891 - 320 стор.
...; For hope grew round me, like the twining vine. And fruits and foliage not my own seemed mine. Hut now afflictions bow me down to earth, Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth ; Hut oh ! each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination."... | |
 | 1923 - 574 стор.
...: 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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination." These are among the saddest and humblest words ever written. They are also profoundly true. Coleridge... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1893 - 886 стор.
...80 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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. [The Sixth and Seventh Stanzas omitted.] 0 wherefore did I let it haunt my mind This dark distressful... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 стор.
...happiness ; For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed But now afflictions bow me down to earth : ^Nor care...Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, Bill to be still and patient, all l can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature... | |
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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. 
