 Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue...  Temple Bar - Pàgina 394editat per - 1896Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1896 - 926 pàgines
...fatigue and fear, and press onward to the light that had been the object of their youthful quest— that "fugitive and gracious light, shy to illumine," which...landscape painting compressed into the two lines:— AnJ now the sun hod stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay, the scenery... | |
 | 1909 - 844 pàgines
...thouT I wander'd till T died. Roam on! The light we sought t* shining still. Dost thou ask proof f One tree yet crowns the hill. Our scholar travels yet the loved hillside. A poet such as Barnes is, of course, redolent of his countryside; but he brings the harvest home with... | |
 | 1866 - 768 pàgines
...heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear : Why faintest thou ? / wandered till I died. Roam on; the light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof Î Our Tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. MATTHEW ARXOLD. EVERY... | |
 | 1866 - 570 pàgines
...Why faintett tftou ? 1 wander d till I died Roam on; the light we sought is sliininy still. Dost thmi ask proof! Our Tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved Mlleide. MATTHEW ARNOU>, CKADOCK LOWELL : A TALE OF THE NEW FOREST. ВГ RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE.... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 pàgines
...town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou ? I wandered till I died. Roam on...still. Dost thou ask proof? Our Tree yet crowns the ft ill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. SAINT BRANDAN. O AINT Brandan sails the northern... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 pàgines
...tliou t 1 wmdered till Idled, Roam on ; the li-jhl we sonjht is shining still. Dost Ihou ask proof t Our Tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved lullside. MATTHEW AHNOLD. DION. MOURN, hills and groves of Attica! and mourn Ilissus, bending o'er... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pàgines
...heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear : Why faintest tkou i 1 wandered till I died. Roam on ; the light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof 1 Our Tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. MATTHEW ARNOLD. 1 DION.... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1878 - 396 pàgines
...roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou ? I wander'd till I died. Roam on ! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask prooff Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. MEMORIAL VERSES. APRIL,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 342 pàgines
...thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear : Why faintest thou ? I wander' d till 1 died. Roam on ! The light we sought is shining still....hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. VOL. II. MEMORIAL VERSES. APRIL, 1850. /^OETHE in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 340 pàgines
...in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear : Why faintest ihouf I wander' d till 1 died. Roam on ! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask prooff Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. VOL. II. MEMORIAL... | |
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