 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size ;— But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And...Youth and I are housemates still ! Dew-drops are the geme of morning, But the tears of mournful eve ! Where no hope is, life's a warning That only serves... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 372 pages
...believe that thou art gone'! 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter' d size ; But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears...think I will, That Youth and I are house-mates still. This is one of the most perfect poems, for style, feeling, and everything, that ever w«re written.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...make believe that thou art gone t 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size; But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears...think I will, That Youth and I are house-mates still. This is one of the most perfect poems, for style, feeling, and everything, that ever were written.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size ; But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears...think I will, That Youth and I are house-mates still. This is one of the most perfect poems, for style, feeling, and everything, that ever were written.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...make believe that thou art gone ? / see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size ; But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears...think I will, That Youth and I are house-mates still. This is one of the most perfect poems, for style, feeling, and everything, that ever were written.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...make believe that thou art gone ? / see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size; But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears...think I will, That Youth and I are house-mates still. This is one of the most perfect poems, for style, feeling, and everything, that ever were written.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pages
...believe that thou art gone Î 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd ds say ? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush,...winter they 're silent — the wind is so strong arc house-mates still. A DAY DREAM. MY eyes make pictures, when they are shut : — I soc a fountain,... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 pages
...art gone ? 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size : 100 MORNING. But spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take...think I will, That youth and I are housemates still. ST COLERIDGE. MORNING. BUT who the melodies of morn can tell T The wild brook babbling down the mountain's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pages
...silvery slips, This drooping gait, this alter'd size: 283 But pjinngtide blossoms on thy lips, And lears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought: so think I will That youth and 1 arc house-mates still. A DAY DREAM. Mr eyes make pictures, when they are shut:— I see a fountain,... | |
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Thou art gone ? 1 see these locks in silvery slips, This drooping gait, this altered size : But springtide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought : so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates... 
