 ... 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 spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life...  Collected Poems - 7 psl.autoriai: Austin Dobson - 1907 - 568 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1868 - 570 psl.
...spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic1. I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...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... | |
 | 1868 - 582 psl.
...the 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...pale, smooth forehead, silver-tressed ; The gray gown, quaintly flowered; The spotless, stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse-plume towered ; And still... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1883 - 270 psl.
...primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic,— Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...coif whose crest Like Hector's horse-plume towered ; As when one shuts a serious book To hear the thrushes singing. I kneel to you ! Of those you were,... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1885 - 270 psl.
...primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic,— Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...coif whose crest Like Hector's horse-plume towered ; As when one shuts a serious book To hear the thrushes singing. I kneel to you ! Of those you were,... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 752 psl.
...primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere life was yet a selfish thing, Or love a mere exotic. I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...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... | |
 | 1892 - 256 psl.
...primeval spring, Ere gold had grown despotic, — Ere life was yet a selfish thing, Or love a mere exotic. I need not 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... | |
 | 1893 - 322 psl.
...spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...apparel, Shine from yon time-black Norway oak The pale, smooth forehead, silver-tressed ; The grey gown, primly flowered ; The spotless, stately coif... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 440 psl.
...flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic I I need not search too...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... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1895 - 306 psl.
...spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not 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... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1903 - 154 psl.
...spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love, a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was...upon me yet the kind, Soft hand of her who penned itj And see, through two score years of smoke, In by-gone, quaint apparel, Shine from yon time-black... | |
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