 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here, upon the banks Of this fair river : thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...catch The language of my former heart, and read My purer pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. O yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I... | |
 | William Howitt - 1856 - 558 sider
...— Vol. ii. p. 179. " Thou art with me, here, npcm the bantu Of this (air river; thou, my dearert friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catch...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister I and this prayer I make, Knowing that nature never did... | |
 | Horace Binney Wallace - 1856 - 468 sider
...spirits to decay : For thou art with me, here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, And in thy voice I catch The language of my...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. In another of his poems, the fourth book of ' The Excursion/ he declares that If the time must come,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! J and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 sider
...hanks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest fricnd, My dear, dear fricnd, and in thy voice I cateh The language of my former heart, and read My former...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh 1 yet a little while May I hehold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister I And this prayer I... | |
 | WILLIAM WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay ; For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make. Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay ; For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that nature never did... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 sider
...should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing. that Nature never did... | |
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My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. 
