 When by my native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First waked my wondering childhood into tears! But seeming now, when all those days are o'er, The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more.  Harold the Exile - Pagina 272de Harold (fict.name.) - 1819 - 322 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | John Aikin - 1791 - 282 pagini
...mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ! But seeming how, when all those days are o'er, The sounds of joy, once heard, and heard no more. SONNET XII. THE RHINE. 1 WAS morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow, (Hung with bright clusters... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1796 - 142 pagini
...my native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears! But seeming now, when...o'er, The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more. SONNET XII. * ON THE RHINE. 1 WAS morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow, (Hung with bright clusters... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - 208 pagini
...my native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ! But seeming now,...o'er, The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more. SONNET XII. ON THE RIVER RHINE. J. WAS morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow (Hung with the beamy... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - 216 pagini
...my native streams, .in life's fair prime, The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ! But seeming now, when all those days are o'er, SONNET XII. RIVER RHINE. 1 WAS morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow, (Hung with the beamy clusters... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1805 - 216 pagini
...my native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears! But seeming now, when all those days are o'er, SONNET XII. RIVER RHINE. J. WAS morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow (Hung with the beamy clusters... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 pagini
...«reams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ! But seeming now, when all those...o'er, The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more. " The Times"* has a literary corres- a parish bell," it has occurred to me tliw pondent, who communicates... | |
 | 1827 - 574 pagini
...native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First woke my wondering childhood into tears! But seeming now, when all those...o'er, The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more. A DESCRIPTION OF SOUTH AMERICAN SCENERY. Summer was in its prime ; — the parrot -flocks Darkened... | |
 | William Pulleyn - 1830 - 402 pagini
...streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their moigloig chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ! But seeming now, when all those...The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more." Besides the common way of tolling bells, there is also ringing, which is a kind of chimes nsed on various... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 pagini
...streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ! But seeming now, when all those.... The sounds of joy once heard, and heard no more. " The Times"* has a literary cones- a parish bell," it has occurred to me that pondent, who communicates... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagini
...streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ; But seeming now, when all those days are o'er, TO TIME. 0 TIME, who knows'ta lenient hand to lay, Softest on sorrow's wounds, and slowly thence (Lulling... | |
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