terça-feira, abril 12, 2005

Do tempo que passou

Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

William Wordsworth, "Ode- Intimations of immortality from recollections of early childhood"

3 Comentários:

Blogger F. Santos disse...

Magnífico. Queira o Rebatet dar uma olhadela ao que publiquei nos primórdios do meu blogue:
Afinidades electivas?
Um abraço.

10:15 da manhã  
Blogger Rodrigo Nunes disse...

Afinidades electivas?Provavelmente.
E como o FG Santos parece também gostar de Goethe :)

9:23 da tarde  
Anonymous Anónimo disse...

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10:59 da tarde  

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