 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 psl.
...saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear. If we were things bom Not to ahed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come...That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 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,...things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joys we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 psl.
...tell of saddest thought. XIX. Yet if we could scorn Hnte, and pride, and fear ; If we were tilings born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we...That in books are found. Thy skill to poet were, thou scorncr of the ground ! XXI. Teach me half the gladness That thy bram must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
 | 1835 - 606 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...a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come nearl" Of those compositions which are purely descriptive, the well-known stanzas to the " Medusa of... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 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,...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! 8 Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 psl.
..., And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and feaf ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know...found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!3 Teach me half the gladness, That thy brain must know; Such harmonious madness From my lips... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 psl.
...is 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,...thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all treasures • That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 psl.
...is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that toll of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate , and...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would flow, The world should listen then , as I am listening now. Coleridge. Samuel Taylor... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 psl.
...not ; Our sincerest laughter With sonic, pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought. " Yet if we could scorn Hate, and...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then as I am listening now. The " Adonais," written... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 psl.
...is 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,...all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasure!! That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Tesch me half... | |
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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. 
