 | Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 262 страница
...mortals, old and young ; And as I mused it, in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...there The silver answer rang: ' Not Death, but Love.' " EOBERT BROWNING (b. 1812), husband of the poetess, is considered to be, next to Tennyson, the best... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1873 - 334 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...The silver answer rang, — ' Not Death, but Love.' n. BUT only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said, — Himself, beside Thee... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1874 - 486 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...there, The silver answer rang . . ' Not Death, but Love.'1 II. BUT only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said ; Himself, beside... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1874 - 802 страница
...mortals, old or young ; And, as I mused it in his nntique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flnng A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how n mystic Shape did move Behind me,... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1875 - 448 страница
...mortals, old or young ; And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...there, The silver answer rang, " Not Death, but Love ! "' Then comes a description of love, whose powei nothing can conquer, and which man is helpless to... | |
 | 1875 - 660 страница
...continued.) A WINTER STORY. BY TUB ACTHOB OF 'THE BOSK GARDEN." I saw a gradual vision through my tears, Tin. sweet sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my...how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backwards by the hair, And a voice snid in mastery, while I strove, 'Guess now who holds thee ?' '... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1874 - 454 страница
...mortals, old and young; And as I mused it in his antique tongue, ' I^saw a gradual vision through my tears,' The sweet sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns hud fl'ung A shadow across me. Straightway I was ViTre So weeping, how a mystic shape did move Behmd... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1876 - 452 страница
...mortals, old and young; And as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw a gradual vision through my tears, The sweet sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turus had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic shape did move... | |
 | 1877 - 652 страница
...mortals, old or young : And as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...The silver answer rang — " Not Death, but Love." ' How musical, and yet how strong, is this little poem ! Mysterious and involved it is indeed, but... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1877 - 454 страница
...mortals, old and young ; And as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw a gradual vision through my tears, The sweet sad years, the melancholy years,...how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backwards by the hair, And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, "Guess now who holds thee?" "Death,"... | |
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Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy... 
