 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 páginas
...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 - 1828 - 372 páginas
...banks Of this fair river ; thou, my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend, aud in thy voice I catcb The language of my former heart, and read My former...in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet n little while May I behold in ihee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister! ami this prayer I make,... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 páginas
...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 1 make, Knowing that Nature never did... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...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... | |
 | Cynosure - 1837 - 272 páginas
...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 Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...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... | |
 | Horace Binney Wallace - 1838 - 274 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Hannah D. Burdon - 1839 - 980 páginas
...STREET. 1839. Ii. HKNSLBY, PIUNTKIl. THE FRIENDS • or FONTAINBLEAU. CHAPTER I. For thou art with me — and in thy voice I catch The language of my former...thy wild eyes. Oh yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once. WORDSWORTH. SILENTLT and sadly de Mere followed his friend de Clermont from the... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...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 1 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. 
