 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 psl.
...laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought. XIX. Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. xx' Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 psl.
...in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Setter than all measures Of delightful sound, Setter than all treasures That in books are found, Thy... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 psl.
...sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; [thought. Our sweetest songs arc those that tell of isaddest Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ;...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. TRE fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of... | |
 | 1846 - 436 psl.
...not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride,...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness « From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 psl.
...sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; [thought. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear, —...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! PB SHELLEY. SKYLARK. BIRD of the wilderness Blithsome and cumberless, Light be thy matin o'er moorland... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 psl.
...sinccrest laughter With some pain is fraught; [thought. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ;...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. TRE fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of... | |
 | 1846 - 730 psl.
...which we have been endeavoring to illustrate — in one of the concluding stanzas to the Skylark! " Better than all measures, Of delightful sound ; Better...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground." But, ah, wo is me! Weep now, Urania — thou eldest muse — for aim ! That harmony paused — " And... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 psl.
...fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. zx. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the around ." XX1. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 psl.
...With Rome pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddntt thought. 2fiO 261 XDC. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ;...treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, tlmu scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
 | Robert Turnbull - 1847 - 396 psl.
...sincerest laughter, With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...That thy brain must know ; Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. Inferior to this, but... | |
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Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. 
