 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 208 pàgines
...alone; The only pleasures we can call our own.' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path 3 stream of living light; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and... | |
 | 1856 - 634 pàgines
...alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die ; If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent... | |
 | Mary Hill (novelist.) - 1813 - 464 pàgines
...summer visions die^ If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sty ; If but a beam of sober reason play, La, fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Siyitch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour... | |
 | John Millard - 1813 - 704 pàgines
...our own ! Lighter than air Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; It but a beam of sober reason play, Lo ! Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! 2. It is often found, that a fine genius has but a feeble memory : for, where the genius is bright,... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1815 - 300 pàgines
...borrow the beantiful expressions of a poet : " Lighter than air, hope's summer visions fly, " If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky, " If but a beam...fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. " But can the wile of art, the grasp of power, " Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? " These, when the... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 276 pàgines
...alone; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die. If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of... | |
 | Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) - 1816 - 414 pàgines
...nlone ; The only pleasures we can cajl our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If bjijt a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Pow'rr Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when- the trembling spirit wings her fligh... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 260 pàgines
...fleeting cloud obscure the sky j If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost- work melts away! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1820 - 160 pàgines
...pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting clond obscure the sky ! If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, fancy'* fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 844 pàgines
...The only pleasures we can call our own! , • • Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; . • , ., If but...reason play, Lo ! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! i But can the wiles of art, the grasp of pow'r, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ! These,... | |
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Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS. 
