 | 1925 - 304 ページ
...boy." Listen to Coleridge : — " O youth ! For years so many and sweet, Tis known that thou and I were one. I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that thou art gone ! ***** Thy vesper bell hath not yet tolled — And thou were aye a masker bold. . . . Life is but... | |
 | Carlo Formichi - 1925 - 518 ページ
...Youth's no longer here ! O Youth ! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that thou and I were one, I'1l think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that thou art gone! Thy Vesper-bell hath not yet tolled : — And thou wert aye a masker bold ! (2) What strange disguise... | |
 | James Milton O'Neill, Andrew Thomas Weaver - 1926 - 506 ページ
...tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be, that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd: — And thou wert aye a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast... | |
 | Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - 1926 - 906 ページ
...tells me, Youth's no longer here! 0 Youth! for years so many and sweet 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that thou art gone! Thy vesper bell hath not yet tolled: — And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1928 - 212 ページ
...Youth 's no longer here ! 0 Youth ! for years so many and sweet, 25 'Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that Thou art gone ! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd : — And thou wert aye a masker bold ! 30 What strange disguise... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 ページ
...me, Youth's no longer here ! O Youth ! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known, that thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit — It cannot be that thou art gone ! The Vesper-bell hath not yet tolled :— And thou wert aye a Masker bold ! What strange Disguise... | |
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Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! 
