 But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did it happen so; And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness...  Littell's Living Age - Page 1521871Full view - About this book
 | John Harris - 1858 - 212 lehte
...places to His and the world's work. The poor player, who became the immortal Shakspcare; the gifted Chatterton, the 'marvellous boy, the sleepless soul that perished in his pride ;' the noble-hearted Burns, who ' in glory and in joy followed his plough along the mountain side,'—arc... | |
 | Mary Bennett - 1860 - 172 lehte
...to-morrow morn." Lena remembered to have once heard her father reading aloud the story of the young poet, Chatterton — " The marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride." And her mother particularly drew her children's attention to the singular fact, that while the boybard... | |
 | John Harris - 1860 - 208 lehte
...places to His and the world's work. The poor player, who became the immortal Shakspeare; the gifted Chatterton, the 'marvellous boy, the sleepless soul that perished in his pride ;' the noble-hearted Burns, who ' in, glory and in joy followed his plough along the mountain side,'... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 lehte
...from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low ; To me that morning did...sadness and blind thoughts I knew not, nor could name. I heard the skylark singing in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy child... | |
 | John Alfred Langford - 1862 - 310 lehte
...make a long-contemplated pilgrimage to the places made memorable by being associated with the name " Of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride." It rained the whole of the journey, — thick, drenching, vehement September rain. It rattled on the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 lehte
...onlj a very delicate but a very rare plant. B t be this as it may, the feelings with which, " I think of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul, that perished in his pride ; Of Burns, who walk'd in glory and in joy Behind his plough, upon the mountain-side" — * are widely different... | |
 | 1865 - 448 lehte
...from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low ; To me that morning did...and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. I heard the skylark warbling in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 316 lehte
...from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did...— and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. • v I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 lehte
...from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did...— and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. v I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 432 lehte
...from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did...sadness, and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. Far from the world I walk, and all from care; But there may come another day to me, — Solitude, pain... | |
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