 | August Gottlieb Meissner - 1784 - 630 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah! yes, and they benumb us at our call: Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | 1856 - 634 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power; Ah. yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. 'Only — but this is rare — J . When a beloved hand is laid in our's, When jaded... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | 1855 - 784 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb из at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant laud, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is... | |
 | University magazine - 1855 - 784 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stnpifying power; Ah vos, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an indefinitely distant land. Come airs, and flouting echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day.... | |
 | 1857 - 894 pages
...thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb Us at our call ; — Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare, — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 386 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 350 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call : Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convoy A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1857 - 192 pages
...power; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call: Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, power, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from...airs, and floating echoes and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
 | Max Muller - 1858 - 226 pages
...the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power ; Ah ! yes, and they benumb us at our call ; Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From...airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with... | |
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Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. 
