 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as. frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy !' that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers / . What was so fugitive! 154 The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions: not indeed For that which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 0 joy ! 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 benedictions : not indeed For that which... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upop thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy ! 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 benedictions : not indeed For that which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitue! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed 352 For... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 pagina’s
...perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day." And page 352 to 354 of the same ode. " O joy 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 benedictions : not in deed For that which... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1818 - 390 pagina’s
...her Inmate Man. Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. O joy ! 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 benedictions : not indeed , ' For... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 9. O joy ! 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 benediction : not indeed For that which... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...freight, And custom lie upon thce with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of onr past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions: not indeed For that which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 pagina’s
...cnrthly freight, And custom lie upon thce with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! Ojoy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers Wlial was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pagina’s
...freight. And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life .' O joy ! 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 benedictions : not indeed For that which is... | |
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What was so fugitive ! 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... 
