 That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me ; That man is more than half of nature's treasure, Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which...  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Página 721851Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1878 - 684 páginas
...the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to me ; That man is more thau half of Nature's treasure, Of that fair beauty which...others pleasure. The hills sleep on in their eternity.' We wish to call attention to the use here made of the feminine or dissyllabic rhymes, so seldom used... | |
 | 1870 - 672 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, asked not why it doated. And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure. The hills sleep on in their eternity." The note appended, which appears only in the first edition, is as follows : " This sonnet, and the... | |
 | Poems - 1872 - 362 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doting, asked not why it doted, And ours the unknown joy which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. THE REVELATION. AN idle poet, here and there, •*"* Looks round him, but, for all... | |
 | John Dennis - 1873 - 280 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted That wisely doating asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 1796—1849. THE FIRST MAN. WHAT was't awakened first the untried ear Of that sole... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 páginas
...not why it doted, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thon wort hen the summer flies. Oh ! wonderful thou art, great...Make music in earth's dark and winding caves, I lov In the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are that breathe and die, Scarce knowing... | |
 | Henry Scadding - 1878 - 652 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity." The note appended, which appears only in the first edition, is as follows : " This sonnet, and the... | |
 | Walter Bagehot - 1879 - 488 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert...for others' pleasure. The hills sleep on in their eternity.1 H. TO THE SAME. ' In the great city we are met again, Where many souls there are, that breathe... | |
 | David M. Main - 1880 - 506 páginas
...mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. cccxvin "\ X fHAT was 't awakened first the untried ear Of that sole man who was all human kind ?Was... | |
 | David M. Main - 1880 - 490 páginas
...one heart devoted, That, wisely dealing, asked not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy_, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. cccxvin "\ \ THAT was 't awakened first the untried ear Of that sole man who was all human kind ?Was... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1881 - 242 páginas
...one heart devoted That wisely doating asked not why it doated, • And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find how dear thou wert to...others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.' To have written such a sonnet as this is of itself no small performance, and he wrote many others but... | |
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