 Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks...  A fair country maid - 第 164 頁E Fairfax Byrrne 著 - 1883完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1836 - 808 頁
...from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 536 頁
...his contemporaries : "Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand. How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! "Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks... | |
 | Family Sanctuary, Family sanctuary - 1838 - 598 頁
...expiring sigh of those whom he loves, — and he who truly marks the ravages of death, knows well, " How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine, to the sunless land !" Or whether he be himself Death's first victim, holy prayer will turn the tyrant's dart, for it shall... | |
 | 1892 - 848 頁
...Shepherd-poet's eyes. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land I Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber, Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 頁
...from hie lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath, On which with thee,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 頁
...from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath, On which with thee,... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 頁
...his lonely hearth. " Like clouds that robe the mountain summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has Brother followed Brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! " Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks... | |
 | 1850 - 782 頁
...from his lonely hearth. like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1850 - 782 頁
...is one wild wailing impromptu wrung from him by these afflictions. ' How fast,' says the poet — 6 How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless Land! • Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 頁
...from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks... | |
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