| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 168 psl.
...beautiful ; So, on our heels a fresh perfection treads ; A power, more strong in beauty, born of us, And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness : for, 'tis the eternal law, That first in beauty shall be first in might." 19. Therefore, within the ethnical... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 psl.
...of purer life; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass . In glory that old Darkness. The more imaginative parts of the poem are worthy of this sublime moral. Hyperion, the God of the Sun,... | |
| 1826 - 438 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
| John Keats - 1926 - 738 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
| 1908 - 474 psl.
...of purer life ; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness. He ends with ' this is the truth, and let it be your balm.' The poem is a noble conception, founded... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 psl.
...of purer life ; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness : nor are we Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil... | |
| 1843 - 744 psl.
...of purer life; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil Quarrel... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1845 - 332 psl.
...beautiful ; So, on our heels a fresh perfection treads ; A power, more strong in beauty, born of us, And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness : for, 'tis the eternal law, That first in beauty shall be first in might." Therefore, within the ethnical... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 340 psl.
...of purer life ; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness : nor are we Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil... | |
| John Keats - 1847 - 280 psl.
...of purer life ; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil Quarrel... | |
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