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" There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive, I do not weep ; I rush with the swift spheres and glow In joy, and when I will, I sleep. Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where... "
The Ruined Abbeys of Yorkshire - Pagina 225
door William Lefroy - 1891 - 296 pagina’s
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1853 - 248 pagina’s
...on her cheek. " Ah child," she cries, " that strife divine • Whence was it, for it is not mine ? " There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where ? " " I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space. 1 felt it in some other clime...
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The North American Review

1853
...emotion on her cheek. ' Ah child,' she cries, ' that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine ? ' There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once, but where ? ' I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of space, — I felt it in some other clime,...
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The North British review

1854
...on her cheek. ' Ah, child !' she cries, ' that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine? " ' There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where ? " ' I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space : I felt it in some other clime...
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 336 pagina’s
...on her check. " Ah child," she cries, " that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine ? " There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where ? " " I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space. I felt it in some other clime...
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 336 pagina’s
...on her cheek. " Ah child," she cries, " that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine ? " There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — hut where ? " " I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space. I felt it in...
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 108

1911
...Many Mansions. 'There is no effort on my brow,' cries Nature in Matthew Arnold's poem, 'Mortality.' ' I do not strive, I do not weep ; I rush with the swift spheres . . . And when I will, I sleep. Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where ? "P was...
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Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors

Robert Crompton Jones - 1866 - 288 pagina’s
...her cheek. "Ah, child!" she cries, "that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine ' l " There is no effort on my brow— I do not strive,...Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once—but where ?'' I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space. I felt it in...
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The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough: With a ..., Volume 1

Arthur Hugh Clough - 1869 - 502 pagina’s
...emotion on her cheek. ' Ah child,' she cries, ' that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine ? There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once, but where ? I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of space, — I felt it in some other clime,...
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Narrative and elegiac poems

Matthew Arnold - 1869
...emotion on her cheek! 'Ah, child!' she cries, 'that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine ? There is no effort on my brow— I do not strive,...Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once—but where? I knew not yet the gauge of time, Nor wore the manacles of space; I felt it in some...
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Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors

Robert Crompton Jones - 1872 - 304 pagina’s
...on her cheek ! 'Ah, child!' she cries, 'that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine ? ' There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive,...that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where ? ' I knew not yet the gauge of time, Nor wore the manacles of space ; I felt it in some other clime...
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