 | Truman Rickard - 1863 - 152 sider
...of the Love of Nature.— WORDSWORTH. Nor perchance, Of this fair river ; them, my dearest friend, I My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catch , The...wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, II My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 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...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 - 1865 - 316 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 - 1865 - 318 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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 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... | |
 | 1865 - 448 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... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1865 - 154 sider
...the Love of Nature. — WORDSWORTH. Nor perchance, Of this fair river ; them, my dearest friend, 5 My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catch The...pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh I yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 10 My dear, dear sister 1 And this prayer... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1866 - 408 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... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 sider
...taught, should I the more 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 betray... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1866 - 508 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...in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet al:ttle while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister ! And this prayer I make,... | |
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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. 
