 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 225door William Lefroy - 1891 - 296 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1853 - 570 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'l I felt it in some other... | |
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...man : in the younger poet, not in the older essayist: or again in his closing lines upon Morality — 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 other clime I... | |
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