 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting': The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tnlc repent: Whither is fled the visionary gleam '( Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Oar birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 828 str.
...the chaos of : bizarre, and unintelligible things 1 The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam, Where is it now — the glory and the dream 1 But we esteem Mr. Grote'a account of the critical position of the Greek mythology, of leas... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 str.
...upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our bi rih is hut a sleep and a forgetting : The »oul that rises with us, our life's star,... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 874 str.
...the past, arc all that cannot pass away t Time and care make sad havoc with these aerial enjoyments. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream 1 Youth invests all which it sees and desires with the rainbow tints of fancy; " And by the... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard - 1834 - 398 str.
...not seen and heard as at first ? Where is the charm that made them to be seen and heard, and felt ? ' Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?' The pleasure is gone, because there was no intelligent observation to detain it. The interest... | |
 | Elizabeth Palmer Peabody - 1836 - 262 str.
...upon Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ; Where is it now, the glory and the dream? When he had read these lines, he said : was that a thought of life ? No, a thought of death,... | |
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I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? 
