 One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...  Trials of the Heart - Pàgina 345per Mrs. Bray (Anna Eliza) - 1845 - 447 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 pàgines
...sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring^ For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting ; — Oh, that thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,' &c. &c. Nor is he less so, where a gleam of gaiety... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 pàgines
...sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting; — Oh, that thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,' &c. &c. Nor is he less so, where a gleam of gaiety... | |
 | 1813 - 558 pàgines
...sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting; — Oh, that thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,' £cc. &c. Nor is he less so, where a gleam of gaiety... | |
 | 1813 - 554 pàgines
...sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting; — Oh, that thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,' &c.&c. Nor is he less so, where a gleam of gaiety... | |
 | 1818 - 596 pàgines
...sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike, o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring. For which joy has no balm, and...sting. Oh ! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stray Like a dead leafless branch in the summer's bright ray, The beami of the warm sun play round... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 pàgines
...sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting ! — III. Oh ! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead, leafless branch in the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 pàgines
...warm sunnysmile, Tho' tne cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which Joy has no balm , and...of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead leafless branch iii the summer's bright ray; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain — • It may smile in... | |
 | 1822 - 440 pàgines
...sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er OUT joys and our .woes : To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring — For which joy has no balm and affliction no «ting.» Moore. The summer wind at even hour, With many a sigh of fragrance (»wept, The roses of... | |
 | 1823 - 614 pàgines
...the shock ; but she sunk into a state of gloomy despondency— " Than which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting." Lost to herself and the world, every blossom of hope nipped by the blast, she has once more become... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 pàgines
...sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting ! — III. Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead, leafless branch in the... | |
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