| August Gottlieb Meissner - 1784 - 630 páginas
...striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah! yes, and they benumb us at our call: Yet still, from time to...into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
| 1856 - 634 páginas
...striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power; Ah. yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time...melancholy into all our day. 'Only — but this is rare — J . When a beloved hand is laid in our's, When jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 páginas
...striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time...into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
| 1855 - 784 páginas
...demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb из at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague...subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant laud, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is... | |
| 1855 - 804 páginas
...the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an indefinitely distant hind, Come airs, and Heating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. "Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in onrs, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 348 páginas
...inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call: Yet still, from time to...into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
| 1857 - 894 páginas
...inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb Us at our call ; — Yet still, from time...into all our day. Only — but this is rare, — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 350 páginas
...inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time...distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convoy A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in... | |
| Friedrich Max Müller - 1857 - 192 páginas
...inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call: Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, power, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and... | |
| Max Muller - 1858 - 226 páginas
...striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah ! yes, and they benumb us at our call ; Yet still, from time...into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our... | |
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