The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 |
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... o'er a slave , - A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke ...
... o'er a slave , - A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke ...
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... o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , - To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do ...
... o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , - To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . There was an ancient mansion , and before Its walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique oratory stood The boy of whom I spake ; -he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . There was an ancient mansion , and before Its walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique oratory stood The boy of whom I spake ; -he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , -but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , -but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . The lady of his love , -oh ! she was changed As by the sickness of the soul : her mind Had wander'd from its dwelling , and her eyes , - They had not their own lustre , but the look Which is not of the ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . The lady of his love , -oh ! she was changed As by the sickness of the soul : her mind Had wander'd from its dwelling , and her eyes , - They had not their own lustre , but the look Which is not of the ...
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Página 110 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 6 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Página 5 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel- I feel it all.
Página 43 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Página 5 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy; But he beholds the light, and whence it flows — He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended: At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 83 - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,' That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 151 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, — And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast : And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Página 47 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Página 122 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 11 - MILTON, thou shouldst be living at this hour ! England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.