 | 1836 - 746 sider
...Brother followed Brother From sunshine to the sunless land I Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice,...asks in whispers, " Who next will drop and disappear? " Our haughty life is crowned with darkness. Like London with its own black wreath, On which, with... | |
 | 1836 - 808 sider
...his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next will... | |
 | 1836 - 748 sider
...his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has Brother followed Brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next will... | |
 | 1836 - 492 sider
...clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother follow'd brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next will... | |
 | 1836 - 540 sider
...clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother follow'd brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next will... | |
 | 1892 - 848 sider
...that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land I Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber, Were earlier...whispers, " Who next will drop and disappear ? " It is true of most Scottish poets, whose bent has been at all in the line of outward nature, that they have... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 sider
...lonely hearth. " Like clouds that robe the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has Brother followed Brother, From sunshine to...the sunless land ! " Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, ' Who next will drop... | |
 | 1887 - 700 sider
...the following тегве from a poem which Wordsworth wrote on the death of Mrs. Ыетапа : — Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised, remain to hear Л timid voice, that asks in whisper, " Who next will drop and disappear 1 " HJ CABPEHTER. NOTES ON... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1850 - 782 sider
...one wild wailing impromptu wrung from him by these afflictions. ' How fast,' says the poet — 6 How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to...the sunless Land! • Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, Who next will drop... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 sider
...finer perception of the appearance of nature is spreading through the I humbler classes of society. Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier...hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next shall drop and disappear V Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black... | |
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Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, "Who next will drop and disappear? 
