When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some... Sketches in History and Poetry - Página 368por John Campbell Shairp - 1887 - 376 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Giles Fletcher - 1836 - 442 páginas
...back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense ; But felt through all... | |
| Richard Cattermole - 1836 - 436 páginas
...back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense ; But felt through all... | |
| Gems - 1841 - 624 páginas
...back at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense; But felt through all... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 páginas
...back at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense ; But felt through all... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 páginas
...glimpse of his bright face ; When oniomr yildfd Cloud orjlotrre Ну pa:ing soul vould dictll an hours, e powers of the human mind appear to be really very limited ; but on all the soul to wound My Conscience with a sinfule sound, Or had the black art to dispence A sev'rall sinne... | |
| Henry Vaughan - 1856 - 330 páginas
...glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flowre My gazing soul would dwell an houre, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...sinfull sound, Or had the black art to dispence ^ \ A sev'rall sinne to ev'ry sence, But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse.... | |
| 1896 - 862 páginas
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| Samuel Osgood - 1855 - 300 páginas
...back at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense ; But felt through all... | |
| Songs - 1856 - 712 páginas
...back at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense ; But felt through all... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1859 - 312 páginas
...back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker...Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A sev'ral sin to ev'ry sense, But felt through all this... | |
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