Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must Designer infinite! Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it? My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And... War Department Education Manual - 97 psl.autoriai: United States Armed Forces Institute - 1942Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
| Francis Thompson - 1893 - 138 psl.
...my wrist, Are yielding ; cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...dust ; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| Francis Thompson - 1893 - 98 psl.
...at my wrist, Are yielding; cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...its own to mount ? Ah! must Designer infinite! 53 My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein... | |
| Gertrude Colmore - 1894 - 394 psl.
...the passion of a love that was too strong to cease and too little strong to forgive. CHAPTER XXIII. My freshness spent its wavering shower 'i the dust ; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| 1917 - 298 psl.
...the emotions was, only a Thompson can adequately portray. In a burst of passion, he boldly exclaims : "Ah! must Designer infinite! Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?" Ere the spiritual can triumph, the material must be entirely eradicated. How this is to be effected,... | |
| Henry Charles Beeching - 1903 - 460 psl.
...my wrist, Are yielding : cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...dust ; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| Charles Wesley Emerson - 1905 - 142 psl.
...pulled my life upon me ; grimmed with smears, I stand amid the dust o' the moulded years VIII. Designer infinite ! Ah ! must Thou char the wood...dust ; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| Francis Thompson - 1908 - 176 psl.
...at my wrist, Are yielding; cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| Roberto Bracco - 1908 - 156 psl.
... and we are tempted to echo his own words, written in retrospect, yet felt none the less keenly: ' Ah ! must Designer infinite! Ah ! must thou char the wood ere thou canst limn with it ?' It is now for us to turn to his poems, that we may see the wonders he has accomplished in so brief... | |
| Francis Thompson - 1910 - 178 psl.
...at my wrist, Are yielding; cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
| 1910 - 332 psl.
...at my wrist, Are yielding; cords of all too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine...dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
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