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" My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. "
The National Review - 第 9 頁
1857
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 第 2 卷

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 240 頁
...brink. 128 My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is ill my ears, Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it...takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird in the summer trees. The lark upon the hill, l*t loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when...
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 頁
...lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears, Which in those days...away Than what it leaves behind. " The black-bird in the summer trees, The lark upon th'e hill,, . I ,ct loose- their carols when they please* '^&rc...
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Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 頁
...delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly...fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind y Mourns less for what age takes away ' Than what it leaves behind. " The Blackbird in the summer trees,...
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Poems, 第 2 卷

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 頁
...delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly...same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. 133 " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away...
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The Antiquary, 第 1 卷

Walter Scott - 1816 - 328 頁
...tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, < •.- ' •• For the same sound is in my ears . Which in these days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay ; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what time takes away, Than what he leaves behind. Well, time cures every wound, and though the scar may...
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Biographia Literaria: Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., 第 2 卷

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 頁
...Has oftencr left me mourning." or in a still higher strain the six beautiful quatrains, page 134. " Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away That what it leaves behind. The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their...
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The antiquary. By the author of 'Waverley'.

sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1821 - 248 頁
...arc Jim wkh childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in these days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns; less for what time takes away, Than what he leaves behind. Well, time cures every wound, and though the scar may...
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The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts ..., 第 4 卷

1834 - 442 頁
...far-off-rememscoru the introduction of such verses as bered melody, as Wordsworth says, — " Mine eyes are filled with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in mine ears That heretofore I heard." It was this feeling, so truly imbued in most natural and original...
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The London Magazine

1828 - 746 頁
...Chaise as still and peaceful as before.” - “TIME'S TAKINGS AND LEAVINGS. BY BERNARD BARTON, SSQ. Thus fares it still in our decay.; And yet the wiser...less for what Age takes away, Than what it leaves bebind.—WoRDswoRru. “WHAT does Age take away? Bloom from the cheek, and lustre from the eye, The...
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Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day ...

John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 頁
...I lay Beside this Fountain's brink. My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days...takes away Than what it leaves behind. The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when...
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