 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Liczba stron: 738
...mute sister, Patience, nothing loath, And both supporting, does the work of both. Youth and Age. Vene, ! Life went a-May ing With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? Ah, woful... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - Liczba stron: 484
...object cannot live. To about the same date belongs the following, entitled ' Youth and Age :'— Youth, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? — Ah, woeful... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - Liczba stron: 582
...AGF.. VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeilmg, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young? — Ah, woful viten ! Ah for the change 'twixt now and then! Tliis breathing house not built with hands, This... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 278
...AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Inhere hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful when ! Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then! This breathing house not built with hands, This... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 372
...AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful when I Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then ! Tliis breathing house not built with hands, This... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 280
...of the " ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young 1 Ah, woful when!... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - Liczba stron: 434
...daring the wildest heights, the sun our pillar of light by day, the moon our pillar of glory by night. " Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding like a bee, Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy When I was young. Nought car'd I for wind or weather,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 372
...of the " ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 278
...the " ances, tral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? Ah, woful... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Liczba stron: 278
...of the " ancestral voices ?" Methinks I hear them, out of the blackness of the past. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young 1 Ah, woful when... | |
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mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not... 
