 Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine— no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, Shall be thy doom ! To Ruin ALL hail, inexorable lord ! At whose destruction-breathing...  Macmillan's Magazine - Sida 2531879Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1848 - 786 sidor
...of every stay but Heaven, He, ruin'd, sink ! E'en thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate it thine — no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare...crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, Shall be thy doom ! TO MARY IN HEAVEN.1 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, That lovest to greet the early morn,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1856 - 372 sidor
...every stay but Heaven, He, ruin'd, sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate, That fate is ttiine No distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives,...elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrows' weight Shall be thy doom. I have seldom met with an image more truly pas • toral than that... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 sidor
...human pride or cunning driven To mis'ry's brink, Till, wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heaven, He, ruin'd, sink ! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That...crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom ! BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1875 - 362 sidor
...alone. He is driven to compare it with helpless maid and luckless Bard — and finally with him6e" — Ev'n thou who mournst the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date ; Stern Ituin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall... | |
 | John Veitch - 1887 - 388 sidor
...lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptcars thy bed, And low thou lies ! Even thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Kuin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight ShaU... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sidor
...1—6) 60 Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd: (1. 37—38) 61 e of state, Or state itself confounded to decay. Stem Ruin's ploughshare drives , elate. Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight.... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 sidor
...human pride or cunning driv'n to misVy's brink, till wrenched of ev'ry stay but Heav'n, he, ruined, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, that...ploughshare drives, elate, full on thy bloom, till crushed beneath the furrow's weight, shall be thy doom! William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) I Wandered... | |
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