| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! And this prayer I make,. Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,...feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Bash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,...nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our chearful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pàgines
...Sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'Us her privilege, Through all the years of this our life,...impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With 16%' thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pàgines
...behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,...all The dreary intercourse of daily life, , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our chearful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,...nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our chearful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...in thee what I was once, ' My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The Heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,...nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.... | |
| 1804 - 994 pàgines
...How oft m spirit have I turn'd to thce ! # • • nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor grcetinps.where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life Shall e'er prevail against us. » • « to the influences Of shapes and sounds mid shifting dementi Surrendering... | |
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege,...inform . The mind that is within us, so impress With qujetness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Bash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings w'.ere no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 pàgines
...scenes hare often recalled to my thoughts : " Nature never did betray The heart that lov'd her ; 't is her privilege Through all the years of this our life...nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings."... | |
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