 | 1817 - 526 էջ
...cannot weave over again the airy, unsubstantial drauu, which reason and experience have dispelled, " What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be now for ever taken from our sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 354 էջ
...recollection comes rushing by with thoughts of long-past years, and rings in my ears with never-dying sound. " What though the radiance which was once so bright,...my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flow'r ; V I do not grieve, but rather find Strength in what... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 420 էջ
...language of a fine poet (who is himself among my earliest and not least painful recollections) — " What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 էջ
...reflecting on the gifts of maturity. What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be now forever taken from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 850 էջ
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 | William Hazlitt - 1826 - 432 էջ
...my thoughts and feet still take their old direction, though hailed by no friendly greetings : — " What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now for ever vanished from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass — of splendour... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 էջ
...in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day hright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring hack the hour Of splendour in... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 էջ
...in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that ptay, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so hright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can hring hack the hour Of splendour in... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 874 էջ
...that will fetch the day about from sun to sun, and rock the tedious year as in a delightful dream." 6Z !t A 43 - <>k~l. O ƪ qNwS{ff( Q K K z Ϟ ۠ taten from our sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of spli'i.dor in the grass, of glory in... | |
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