 When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead— -anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many! — yet how few!  Tales of a tourist - Seite 198von Alicia Lefanu - 1823Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 Seiten
...prison on each hand. Canto iv. Stanza 1. Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. Ibid. The cold — the changed — perchance the dead anew, The mourned, the loved, the lost — tod many! yet how few ! Canto iv. Stanza 24. Fills the air around with beauty. ibid. The starry... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1866 - 362 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesigned, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, — The cold, the changed, perchance...mourned, the loved, the lost, — too many ! — yet too few ! it is implied Let me ring another change upon the same worth's idea by next quoting Wordsworth.... | |
 | James Hain Friswell - 1866 - 328 Seiten
...never really dies. And memory — " When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many, yet how few ! And if to each of those lost and loved we... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1866 - 204 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, — The cold, the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few! XXV. But my soul wanders ; I demand it... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 402 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesigned, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, [how few ! The mourned, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet xxv. But my soul wanders ; I demand... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, — The cold, the changed, perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few ! SWIFT & Co., Regent Press, King Street,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead— anew, [hew few ! The monrn'd the loved, the lost — too many ! — ye* But my soul wanders ; I demand it... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 Seiten
...out of things familiar, itndesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget mourn'd, the loved, the lost— too many !— yet how few J XXV. But my soul wanders ; I demand it... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 Seiten
...prison on each hand. Canttiv. Stan2a i. Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. ibid. The cold — the changed — perchance the dead anew,...mourned, the loved, the lost — too many ! yet how tew ! Canto iv. Stan2a 24. Fills the air around with beauty. ibid. The starry Galileo with his woes.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 Seiten
...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, — The cold — the changed — perchance the dead —anew, Ti- mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet how few I xxv. Bat my soul wanders ; I demand... | |
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