You had no thought or presage Into what keeping you dismissed Your simple old-world message! A reverent one. Though we to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval... An Anthology of Prose & Verse - 108 psl.autoriai: Austin Dobson - 1922 - 173 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=WVvAlCSB9o0C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1868 - 582 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as God's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...kind, Soft hand of her who penned it; And see, through two-score years of smoke, In prim, bygone apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak The face of... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=wiAAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1868 - 570 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as God's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown... Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic1. I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it, That feel upon me yet the... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=iSQMAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 752 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...kind, Soft hand of her who penned it ; And see through two-score years of smoke In by-gone quaint apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak, The face... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=HyM-AAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Austin Dobson - 1889 - 296 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic 1 I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it, That feel upon me yet the kind, Soft... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=Azku376qVk8C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1892 - 256 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs, and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere gold had grown...search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it : I feel upon me yet the kind, Soft hand of her who penned it ; And see, through two-score years of... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=urAMAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Austin Dobson - 1892 - 174 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...Life was yet a selfish thing. Or Love a mere exotic I I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it, That feel upon me yet the kind, Soft... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=VyxDAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1893 - 322 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak The pale, smooth forehead, silver-tressed ; The grey gown, primly flowered ; The spotless, stately coif... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=ydsTAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...Soft hand of her who penned it ; And see, through twoscore years of smoke, In by-gone, quaint apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak The face... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=pA_Wwv_2JAcC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 psl.
...fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, __ Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic...kind, Soft hand of her who penned it; And see, through twoscore years of smoke, In by-gone, quaint apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak The face... | |
![](https://books.google.lt/books/content?id=9qIPAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Austin Dobson - 1895 - 306 psl.
...to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown...search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it, And see, through two score years of smoke, In by-gone, quaint apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway... | |
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