 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1882 - 560 sider
...banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend. My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catoti The language of my former heart, and read My former...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 sider
...banks Of this fair river; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catcli The language of my former heart, and read My former...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 Henry Davenport Adams - 1882 - 420 sider
...on Tintern Abbey he acknowledges his debt : — " For thou art with me, here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest friend, My dear, dear...The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasure.-; in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in ihee what... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 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 betray... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 sider
...decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My d;ar dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language...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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - 654 sider
...decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My doar dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language...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 [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1885 - 300 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 betray... | |
 | Geoffrey H. Hartman - 1987 - 281 sider
...increase his sense of loss. Tintern Abbey already suggests that loss and the need for borrowed sight: ' 'and in thy voice I catch / The language of my former...pleasures in the shooting lights / Of thy wild eyes." In the present poem we are "a little further on." There is no repetition in a finer tone but rather... | |
 | Lowry Nelson - 2010 - 333 sider
...taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me, upon the banks Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, My dear, dear...in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a tittle while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister! The circle is complete: the... | |
 | Meyer Howard Abrams - 1989 - 452 sider
...he detects in her voice and eyes the replication of his earlier responsiveness to the natural scene: in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart,...wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister! His wish is that the procession of time might in her instance... | |
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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. 
