 Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to...  Miscellaneous Poems - 131. oldalszerző: Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 144 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 oldal
...is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, eridge Belter than all measure* Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 oldal
...that tell of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom er tread, How calm and sweet the victories of life, How terrorlesfi the triumph of the grave ! arc Ibund, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground .' Teach me half the gladness That thy... | |
 | 1835 - 598 oldal
...laughter, With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?" Of those compositions which are purely descriptive, the well-known stanzas to the " Medusa of Leonardo... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near !' " By the middle of this month we shall lose sight entirely of that most airy, active, and indefatigable... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought . Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we...Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, 1 know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Hotter... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things horn Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Mot to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of... | |
 | 1839 - 790 oldal
...laughter With some pain is fraught. Our sweetest songs are those, that tell of saddeit thought. Yet, if we could scorn, Hate and pride and fear ; If we were things born Not to -in -I a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. Better than all measures Of delightful... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 oldal
...what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; 2GO 261 XIX. Yet if we eould seorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born...shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should eome near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are... | |
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