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" Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our... "
A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. Mackay - ˹éÒ 442
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 ˹éÒ
...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovesl ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Tbou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than...are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ˹éÒ
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better...
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The Metropolitan, àÅèÁ·Õè 14

1835 - 598 ˹éÒ
...waves, or mountains, What shapes of skv or plain, What love of thine own kind ! what ignorance of pain ! Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem, Things...thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?"...
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Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 ˹éÒ
...or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 ˹éÒ
...Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tilings more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near....
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 ˹éÒ
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sineerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought....
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Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 5-6

George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 ˹éÒ
...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought Yet if we could scorn' Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near....
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 ˹éÒ
...pain t With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou They smile so when one's right, and when one's wrong,...a chaste kiss ,•— I learned the little that I for what U not : Our einccrest laughter With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are those that...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayley

Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 ˹éÒ
...pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near....
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Hood's Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 5

1846 - 590 ˹éÒ
...can only present the following stanzas to the reader:-r" Waking or asleep, Thou of death must dream Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream ;...some pain is fraught. Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought." To speak more immediately of the little volume before us; it is greatly...
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