 | 1834 - 512 páginas
...from off my breast ? My genial spirits fail; It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may...passion and the life, whose fountains are within. Oh Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live ; Ours is her wedding-garment,... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1834 - 670 páginas
...of fancy, must issue from our own souls, and be reflected back to us, else 'tis all in vain. H " We may not hope from outward forms to win, The passion and the life, whose fountains are within!" When Gray, the poet, visited Hardwicke, he fell at once into a very poet-like rapture, and did not... | |
 | 1834 - 896 páginas
...were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the nest : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains art within. " O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live : Ours is... | |
 | 1834 - 864 páginas
...the smothering weight from off my breast ? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from eutward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. ' O Lady ! we receive but... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1834 - 632 páginas
...have left behind, had I not outb'ved all regrets — but one — for there, though I vainly sought from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within ; all feeling was not yet worn out of my heart : I was not then blinded nor stupified by sorrow and... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1834 - 292 páginas
...have left behind, had I not outlived all regrets — but one — for there, though I vainly sought from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains arc within ; all feeling was not yet worn out of my heart : I was not then blinded nor stupified by... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 320 páginas
...lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may...And in our life alone does nature live : Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold... | |
 | 1837 - 638 páginas
...the venerable name Of our adored country." " It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may...And in our life alone does nature live : Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth Than that inanimate cold... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 380 páginas
...lines, written many years ago by the writer, though without reference to, or recollection of, the above. O lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live ! Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold... | |
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Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within. 
