 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 psl.
...imperial palace whence he came. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : 'not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest...fluttering in his breast : — . Not for these I raise The songs of thanks and praise ; 1 This is a uplendid shape of the Pythagorean doctrine; Me Vlnj. Mn. rt.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 psl.
...That nature yet remembers I y T What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth bre Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is...rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings ,... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - 1851 - 396 psl.
...that in our embers, 4 Is something that doth live : That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed 5 Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast; Not... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 146 psl.
...on his way attended. At length the Man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 psl.
...! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishmgs ; Blank misgivings of a creature... | |
 | 1852 - 354 psl.
...remembers What was fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest;...and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest, With new-born hope for ever in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1852 - 874 psl.
...of any later sonneteers; but entirely Wordsworthian and inimitable. SG] » [PW, v., p. 340. d. C.] Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering ii his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings... | |
 | H. C. Foster - 1853 - 378 psl.
...a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...song of thanks and praise : But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 604 psl.
...almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...song of thanks and praise, But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, > O ' Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 psl.
...! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obsiinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings... | |
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast... 
