| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 páginas
...thought where we in waiting lie; Tliou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of untam'd pleasures, on thy Being's height, Why with such earnest pains...upon thee with a weight, Heavy as. frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy !' that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 páginas
...thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of untam'd pleasures, on thy Being's height, Why with such earnest pains...upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 0 joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers... | |
| William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born...Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upop thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born...thou provoke The Years to bring the inevitable yoke, v Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,... | |
| Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1828 - 298 páginas
...'thy immortality. Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born...thy soul shall have her earthly freight And custom He upon thee with a weight ,' Heavy as frost and deep almost as life !" ^ ' Dear Tom, I have bored... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 páginas
...whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born...thy Being's height. Why with such earnest pains dost (hou provoke The Years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A plncc of thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom, on thy Being'* height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The Y'ears to bring the inevitable yoke,... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 páginas
...thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of untam'd pleasures, on thy Being's height, Why with such earnest pains...upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life .' O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1832 - 378 páginas
...thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born...yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Pull soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 páginas
...thought where we in waiting lie ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of untam'd pleasures, on thy Being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to hring the inevitahle yoke, Thus hlindly with thy hlessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have... | |
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