 We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.  Hood's Magazine - Pagina 4691846Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1822 - 962 pagina’s
...animal occupied with the past and the future — an animal subject to melancholy : " We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." The extremes of cultivation and of savage nature equally present man... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pagina’s
...came near thee : Thou tovest ; but ne'er love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or...how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream i We look belbre and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Tbou of death must deem lignani that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagina’s
...shapes of sky or-plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain? * # * * We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...we moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, quen that tell of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things... | |
 | 1835 - 598 pagina’s
...plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things more true and deep, Than we mortals dream,...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pagina’s
...? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or...some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things... | |
 | 1837 - 418 pagina’s
...of manhood is but the idle " crackling of thorns under the pot" in comparison. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are (hose that tell of saddest thought." 248 FLOWERS OF FICTION. 249 And yet, despite even their glee,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pagina’s
...Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could...some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pagina’s
...near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream. Or...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.... | |
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