 Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, "I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open sunshine of God's love Have we all lived; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a stranger's hand, I think That I could not...  The London Quarterly Review - Página 4341828Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 240 páginas
...again, 211 And his heart fail'd him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open sun-shine of God's love Have we all liv'd, yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a Stranger's hand, I think That I could not lie... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...thought again, .And his heart fail'd him. "Isabel," said he Two evenings after he had heard the news, "1 have been toiling more than seventy years, And in...hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot! the Sun itself Has scarcely been more diligent than I, And I have livM to be... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 262 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had beard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open »un-shine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a Stranger's... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 636 páginas
...statesman says to his son, ' I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open sun- shine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet if these fields...told that by toil and sobriety he might pass into Michaefs class and condition. The capitalists of this country, to whatever class they may belong, should... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in...hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot ; the Sun itself Has scarcely been more diligent than I, And I have lived to... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in...hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot ; the Sun itself Has scarcely been more diligent than I, And I have lived to... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 378 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in...hand, I think That .I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot ; the Sun itself Has scarcely been more diligent than I, And I have lived to... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in...hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot; the sun hiipself Has scarcely been more diligent than I; And I have lived to... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 416 páginas
...thought again, And his heart failed him. " Isabel," said he, Two evenings after he had heard the news, " I have been toiling more than seventy years, And in the open sunshine of God 's love Have we all lived ; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a Stranger's hand, I think... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 646 páginas
...suggestion is principally thrown out, are utterly destitute of the means required for such a prurpose. But what sort of logic is it, to assume that because...think That I could not lie quiet in my grave.' And And there is hardly a ditcher, who would not feel a new heart stirring under his ribs if he were told... | |
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