And yet I have revelled in Hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of Love's purest bliss ; Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth, But what can this... The Widow of the City of Naïn: And Other Poems - الصفحة 55بواسطة Thomas Dale - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 87عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...spirit must mourn till it die, And man has no rest but the rest of the tomb. 2 And yet I have revell'd in hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of...by earth — A spirit of fire in a prison of clay ? 3 And now I have heard of a nobler renown, A kingdom unfading, a glory divine ; But the humble alone... | |
| lady Charlotte Murdoch Wake - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...kingdom," that will satisfy the longings of the soul which is ever reaching after the highest good. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth,...bounded by earth ; A spirit of fire in a prison of clay. And now I have heard of a nobler crown, . A kingdom unfading, a glory divine ; But the humble alone... | |
| lady Charlotte Murdoch Wake - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 330
...When the clay-fettered spirit must mourn till it die, And man has no rest but the rest of the tomb. And yet I have revelled in hope's fairy dream, And...Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like the vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth, But what... | |
| Rev. David Hay - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 118
...rest but the rest of the tomb. And yet I have revelled in hope's fairy dream, A nd tasted the rapture of love's purest bliss : Delusive are both, though...seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss." Yes, however alluring they may be, they are always delusive, whether they be those of fancy, sense,... | |
| Gems - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...spirit must mourn till it die, And mau has no rest but the rest of the tomb. And yet I have revell'd in Hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of...by earth — A spirit of fire in a prison of clay ? And now I have heard of a loftier crown, A kingdom unfading — a glory divine ; But the humble alone... | |
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