 We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest 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,...  The Modern Student's Book of English Literature - Page 405by Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 898 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that toll of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate , and...world should listen then , as I am listening now. Coleridge. Samuel Taylor Coleridge ward am 20. October 1772 zu Ottery St. Mary in Devonshire geboren,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1853 - 378 pages
...ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never come near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. If there be anywhere a companion poem to this, it is John Keats's " Ode to the Nightingale." Poor John... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pages
...scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Xot to shed a tear, I know not how thy joys we ever should come near. Better than all measures...harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world would listen then, as I am listening now. SHELLEY. RETURNING SPRINQ. AH, woe is me ! Winter is come... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincercst laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PIRCT BTMBI SHU.LIT. A LARK SINGING IN A RAINBOW. Fraught with a transient, frozen shower If a cloud... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Gift books - 1854 - 322 pages
...; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. i -i Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. irV TO VENUS. BT ALBERT PIKE. 0, THOU, most lovely and most beautiful ! Whether thy doves now lovingly... | |
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...bora Not to shed a tear, 1 know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures if Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That...The world should listen then, as I am listening now THE PRISONER OF CH1LLON. — Byron. SONNET ON CHILLON. THE PRISONER OF OHILLON. The heart which love... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...ignorance of pain? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor can not be : Shadow of annoyance Never come near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. If there be anywhere a companion poem to this, it is John Keats's " Ode to the Nightingale." Poor John... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 510 pages
...knew love's sad satiety. Waking, or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep ff han we mortals dream ; Or how could thy notes flow in...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A LARK SINGING IN A RAINBOW. Fraught with a transient, frozen shower If a cloud... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 478 pages
...that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things burn Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever...The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PERCY HTSSBE SHELLET. A LARK SINGING IN A RAINBOW. Fraught with a transient, frozen shower If a cloud... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...saddest Yet if we cotfld 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...The world should listen then, as I am listening now THE PRISONER OF CH1LLON. — Byron. A FABLE. SONNET ON CHILLON. ETEKNAL spirit of the chainless mind... | |
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