 rose" and "snow"; My bird, that sang, is dead; Where are your roses fled? Alas, Time stays — we go! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires? — Ah, where those vanished fires? Time...  Old-world Idylls and Other Verses - 172 psl.autoriai: Austin Dobson - 1883 - 245 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1875 - 932 psl.
...was strong, I filled the woods with song, To praise your " rose " and " snow ; '' My bird, that sung, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays,...Time goes, you say ? — ah no ! How far, how far, О Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow ! Now, on the forward way, L et us fold hands... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1877 - 264 psl.
...age ; Time goes, you say ? — ah no ! Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song My bird, that sang is dead ; Where are your roses...you say ? — ah no ! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow ! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands and pray ;... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1877 - 290 psl.
...silver age; Time goes, you say ?—ah no ! Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song My bird, that sang is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays,—we go ! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know ;... | |
 | 1881 - 520 psl.
...was strong, I filled the woods with song, To praise your " rose" and " snow " : My bird, that sung, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays...you say ? — ah no ! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow ! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands and pray ;... | |
 | 1882 - 354 psl.
...voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your "rose" and "snow": My bird, that sung, is dead; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays...you say? — ah no! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands and pray; Alas,... | |
 | Eleanor Vere Boyle - 1885 - 322 psl.
...Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your " Rose" and " snow ; " My bird that sang is dead, Where are your Roses fled ? Alas, Time stays, — we go ! Austin Dob son. (" The Paradox of Time.") PLUNGE my hand among the leaves : (An alien touch but dust... | |
 | Phineas Garrett - 1885 - 974 psl.
...no1 Once, when my voice was strong, I lilled the woods with song To praise your " rose" and " snow ;" My bird that sang, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays, — we gol See, in what traversed ways, What backward fate delays The hopes we used to know: Where are our... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1885 - 270 psl.
...Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your " rose " and " snow "; My bird, that sang, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays,—we go ! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know ;... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 psl.
...voice was strong, I tdled the woods with song To praise your " rose " aud "snow." My bird, [hat sung, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays...are our old desires ! Ah. where those vanished fires 1 Time goes, you say? — ah, n0! How far, how far, O sweet, The path behind our feet Lies in the even-glow... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 460 psl.
...! Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your " rose " and " snow." My bird, that sang, is dead ; Where are your roses...hopes we used to know ; Where are our old desires 1 Ah, where those vanished fires ? Time goes, you say ? — ah, no ! How far, how far, O sweet, The... | |
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