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" after, And pine for what is not, Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught." " Our sweetest songs are those that tell "
Notices of the Proceedings at the Meetings of the Members of the Royal ... - Page 147
by Royal Institution of Great Britain - 1887
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Music, the voice of harmony in creation [an anthology of verse] selected and ...

Music, the voice of harmony in creation [an anthology of verse] selected and ...

Music - 1857
...deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look hefore and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...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...
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The Living Age ...

The Living Age ..., Volume 55

Eliakim Littell, Robert S. Littell - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1857
...stirrings of memory and melancholy which the early season causes in' most of us. “We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter...is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Most people Who have any sympathy with sounds can respond truiy to Jessica's assertion,...
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A woman's story

A woman's story

Anna Maria Hall - 1857
...them. I shall do this often, I trust, without wearying those who read. CHAPTER II. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought!" SHELLEY. THE allotted month of Mrs. Lyndsey's seclusion was a period...
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Dorothy: a tale

Dorothy: a tale

Margaret Agnes Paull - 1857 - 314 pages
...smile. And then she was left a and might relieve her full heart by tears. CHAPTEK VI. We look before and after, And pine for what is not. Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs arc those that tell of saddest thought. SHELLEY. "WELL, Dora," said the Colonel, as his daughter entered...
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Lily Bell: or, The lost child

Lily Bell: or, The lost child

Alice Fay - 1857 - 343 pages
...as it may seem, they ate their suppers like other sensible people. CHAPTER XXXIX. We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter, With some pain is fraught. SHELLY. Thine is a grief that wastes the heart, Like mildew on a tulip's dies — When hope deferr'd...
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class-book of poetry, chronologically arranged: with critical and ...
The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan
The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - History - 1859
...Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? Waking or asleep, We look before and after, With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter Yet if we could scorn Not to shed...
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The Dublin Review

The Dublin Review, Part 1

Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1860
...that fine and sensitive souls, who yet know not God, exclaim with Shelley,— “We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter,...is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” But to Christian men is revealed the secret of that universal and wistful pining;...
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Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both ...

Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both ...

England - Biography & Autobiography - 1860
...deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter...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...
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