 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pàgines
...156 Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve, not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pàgines
...throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May 1 What though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | 1817 - 526 pàgines
...cannot weave over again the airy, unsubstantial drauu, which reason and experience have dispelled, " What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be now for ever taken from our sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 354 pàgines
...recollection comes rushing by with thoughts of long-past years, and rings in my ears with never-dying sound. " What though the radiance which was once so bright,...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flow'r ; V I do not grieve, but rather find Strength in what... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 420 pàgines
...language of a fine poet (who is himself among my earliest and not least painful recollections) — " What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1826 - 420 pàgines
...must appear. Whether I shall ever venture on the task, I know not. " Man proposeth, God disposeth." " What, though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1826 - 430 pàgines
...must appear. Whether I shall ever venture on the task, I know not. " Man proposeth, God disposeth." " What, though the radiance which was once so bright...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1826 - 432 pàgines
...my thoughts and feet still take their old direction, though hailed by no friendly greetings : — " What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now for ever vanished from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass — of splendour... | |
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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind... 
