 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 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,...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. If there be anywhere... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 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,...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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...ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must knows Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then9 as I am listening... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 psl.
...that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things burn Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. PERCY HTSSBE SHELLET.... | |
 | 1855 - 458 psl.
...saddest Yet if we cotfld scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, 1 know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better...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 CH1LLON.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 psl.
...laughter With some pain is fraught ; [thought. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest xrs. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ;...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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 psl.
...fear ; If we were things bom Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near xx. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground XXI. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 psl.
...scorn hate, and pride, and fear; if we were things born iiot to shed a tear; I know not how thy joys we ever should come near. Better than all measures...that thy brain must know; such harmonious madness from my lips would flow, the world should listen then, as I am listening now. XXXIX.— HYMN OF THE... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 psl.
...that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bora Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever...delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in hooks are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorncr of the ground ! 3 Teach me half the gladness... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 psl.
...requiem become a sod." In such an ecstasy. —with the conclusion of the " Ode to the Skylark"•!— " Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If...to shed a tear,— I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books... | |
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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. 
