 | 1800 - 572 pages
...himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost , In him. The bloom is vanish'd from my life. For O! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait... | |
 | Books - 1800 - 574 pages
...himself: for the strong hour* Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish'd from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth> Transform'd for me the real to a dream, , Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1800 - 182 pages
...him. Yet I feel what I have loft In him. The bloom is vanifh'd from my life. For O ! he ftood befide me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalatipns of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait... | |
 | England - 1823 - 782 pages
...himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform \l for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
 | Scotland - 1823 - 858 pages
...Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for...familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils. The beautiful is vanish'd, and returns not. Count. O, be not treacherous... | |
 | England - 1823 - 772 pages
...;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transfonn'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable...familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanish'd, and returns not. Count. O, be not treacherous... | |
 | English literature - 1827 - 608 pages
...himself: for the strong hour* Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost la him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For O ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawu. Whatever fortunes wait... | |
 | 1827 - 618 pages
...my life, For О ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd forme the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished and returns not. After this translation, which... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 444 pages
...himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish'd from my life. For О ! 's month I had it MAX. (lit excessive agitation)....What I, 't is true, had long before discover'd By oth fortunes wait ray future toils, The beautiful is vanish'd — and returns not. CO! MESS. О be not... | |
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Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and returns not. 
