 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 էջ
...that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 էջ
...that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May 1 What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower... | |
 | 1817 - 526 էջ
...weave over again the airy, unsubstantial drauu, which reason and experience have dispelled, " What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be...cease nor be prevented from returning on the wings of hriaginat ion to that bright dream of our youth ; that glad dawn of the day-star of liberty ; that... | |
 | 1817 - 526 էջ
...weave over again the airy, unsubstantial dream, which reason and experience have dispelled, •• What though the radiance, which was once so bright, Be...never cease nor be prevented from returning on the winge of imagination to that bright dream of our youth ; that glad dawn of the day-star of liberty... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 էջ
...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, Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flow'r;... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1822 - 696 էջ
...the place is deserted, and its borders and its beds o'erturned. Is there, then, nothing that can 4 Bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower?' Oh ! yes. I unlock the casket of memory, and draw back the warders of the brain; and there this scene... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 414 էջ
...? No ; the place is deserted, and its borders and its beds o'erturned. Is there, then, nothing that can " Bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower?" Oh! yes. I unlock the casket of memory, and draw back the warders of the brain ; and there this scene... | |
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Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the... 
