 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 544
...the May! — What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...through death; In years that bring the philosophic mind. Orotund, rising at the close to the high pitch of exultant joy. I hear the echoes through the mountains... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Tet in my heart... | |
 | 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...doubt whether the objects of the choice are actually before them, and with equal presentation. * " We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." What can be known must be known severely ; but is there, therefore, no faculty for those infinite lands... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 752
...taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory hi the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength...suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, _ In yean that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And oh, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 382
...bound As to the tabor's sound ! We in thought will join your throng, Te that pipe and ye that play, Te that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Tet in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 382
...thought will join your throng, Te that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Peel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Tet in... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve...mind. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 538
...so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve...death ; In years that bring the philosophic, mind. Orotund, rising at the close to the high pitch of exnltant joy. I hear the echoes through the mountains... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! We in thought will join your throng, Yc that pipe and yo that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And O, ye Fountains," Meadows, Hills, aaid Groves, Forebode not any .severing of our loves ! fret... | |
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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal... 
