 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1856 - 378 páginas
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 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1856 - 388 páginas
...Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new fledged hope «till flattering In his breast — " But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing, Uphold us, cherish,... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1857 - 334 páginas
... 600021516L BY MRS. SC HALL - those first affections, Those shadowy recollections,...they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day." WOHDSWOBTH. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON: HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS SUCCESSORS TO HENEY COLBURN,... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1857 - 332 páginas
... 600021518N 600021518N BY MRS. SC HALL ** those first affections, Those shadowy recollections,...they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all OUT day." WOHDSWOBTHIN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON: HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS, SUCCESSORS... | |
 | 1856 - 732 páginas
...associations, as the living poetry of existence, the prolonged echo of life's fresh and fragrant dawn. " Those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day — Are yet a master-light of all our seeing — Uphold us, cherish... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 páginas
...common day. Gladly would I raise The song of thanks and praise For all life's first affections And shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may,...power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence1 truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad... | |
 | 1858 - 460 páginas
...realized ; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections,...our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to moke Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish... | |
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But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing... 
