 Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our...  The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Стр. 356авторы: William Wordsworth, John Morley - 1889 - Страниц: 928Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - Страниц: 258
...liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest, With new-born hope for ever in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realiz'd, High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...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...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Страниц: 316
...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...vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing.surprised... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 378
...liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest. With new-born hope for ever in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - Страниц: 368
...remembers What 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...vanishings , Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - Страниц: 360
...creed Of childhood, 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...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
 | American Institute of Instruction - 1836 - Страниц: 332
...past years in mo doth breed Perpetual benedictions ; not indeed For that which is most worthy to bo blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood,...vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1837 - Страниц: 372
...remembers What 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...worlds not realised, High instincts, before which owr mortal nature Did tremble like » guilty thing surprized ! But for those first affections, Those... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Страниц: 348
...nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Peqietual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instinets before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Страниц: 412
...past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedietion : not indeed For that which is most worthy to he blest ; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood,...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instinets before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing... | |
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