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" From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself ; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. "
The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal - Page 131
1800
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The Death of Wallenstein: A Tragedy in Five Acts

Friedrich Schiller - 1800 - 182 pages
...him. Yet I feel what I have loft In him. The bloom is vanifh'd from my life. For O ! he ftood befide me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to...Cloathing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalatipns of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanifh'd — and...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 14

England - 1823 - 782 pages
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;—...life— For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform \l for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 14

Scotland - 1823 - 858 pages
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 14

England - 1823 - 772 pages
...the highest, As from the vilest tiling of every day, He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him ;— the bloom is vanish'd from my life— For О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transfonn'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable...
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The London Magazine, Volume 17

English literature - 1827 - 608 pages
...himself: for the strong hour* Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost la him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For O ! he stood beside me like my youth,...palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawu. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished and returns not. After this...
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The London Magazine, Volume 7

1827 - 618 pages
...of Schiller himself. As from the vilest thing of every day . He weans himself : for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life, For О ! he stood beside me like my youth, Transform'd forme the real to a dream,...
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The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein ...

Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 444 pages
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself : for the strong hours e of his О ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...the highest, Ая from the vilest thing of every day Ho learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The...he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for mo the real to a dream. Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn....
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The Last Man, Volume 1

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - End of the world - 1833 - 250 pages
...rapture ; I walked, a consecrated being, contemplating only your power,Ayour excellence ; For O, you stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, "' -' 'Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. ' The bloom has vanished...
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