 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor old man so long And vainly had endeavour'd. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and...the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, SHEWING HOW THE ART OF LYING MAY Bfl TAUGHT. 1 have a boy of five years old,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...right gladly he Received my proffer'd aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. The NIGHTINGALE. Written in April, 1798. No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 282
...gladly he Received my proffer' d aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. 89 The NIGHTINGALE. Written in April, 17Q8. No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor old man so long And vainly had endeavour'd. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and...the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, SHEWING HoW THE ART OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT. I HAVE a boy of five years old, His... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...gladly he• Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of... | |
 | 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 420
...long, And vainly, had endeavour'ct. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seem'd to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. J've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning — Alas! the gratüude of man... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning. XIV. ANDREW JONES. I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children up... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning. 123 XIV. ANDREW JONES. I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 686
...and its powers, scarcely inferior to the greatest of his predecessors, says upon this subject — ' I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning, . Alas ! the gratitude of man Has oftener left me mourning !' 'JTie experience of most good men would agree with the poet's;... | |
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The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener... 
