 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pagina’s
...whether fluttering or at rest, With new-born hope for ever in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate...from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realiz'd, High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...so fugitue! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed 352 For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...fluttering in his breast :— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight...hope still fluttering in his breast :Not for these [ raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 pagina’s
...was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not in deed For that which is most worthy to be blest Delight...fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pagina’s
...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...whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still flutteringin his breast :Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pagina’s
...Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest. With new-born hope for ever in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate...from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 pagina’s
...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...at rest, With new-fledged Hope still fluttering in her breast. 16 ' There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 608 pagina’s
...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...at rest, With new-fledged Hope still fluttering in her breast. 16 ' There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - 360 pagina’s
...whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breuti— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate...from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 460 pagina’s
...was BO 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...at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in her breast. Not for these I raise Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet... | |
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise... 
