 The straightened arms upraised, the palms aslope, And robes that, touching as adown they flow, Distinctly blend, like snow embossed in snow. O part them never ! If Hope prostrate lie, Love too will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive...  Wisconsin Journal of Education - Page 521864Full view - About this book
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1909 - 810 pages
...And bending o'er, with soul -transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Wooes buck the fleeting spirit, and half supplies; — Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love. Vet haply there will come a weary day, When overtask'd at length Both Love and Hope beneath the load... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1912 - 1112 pages
...too will sink 'and die. But Love ia subtle, and doth proof derive 15 From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, "VVoos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; — Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1918 - 324 pages
...Love too will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Wooes back the fleeting spirit, and half-supplies ; — Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave... | |
 | J. Robert Barth - 1988 - 152 pages
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 | S. T. Coleridge - 2007 - 196 pages
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 | Arthur Symons - 2007 - 204 pages
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 | William Jordan Unwin - 1851 - 970 pages
...Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er with soul-transfusing...the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit and half-supplies; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love. Yet haply there will come a weary... | |
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