The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... . Inscription on the Monument of a SHELLEY . Dog The Dream Farewell 15 16 • · Venice 41 21 The Cloud 42 An Exhortation 44 SOUTHEY . Mutability . 45 To Night 46 Sunrise " 23 To a Skylark . 47 PAGK . 249 250 255 256 . 257 ib . b 2.
... . Inscription on the Monument of a SHELLEY . Dog The Dream Farewell 15 16 • · Venice 41 21 The Cloud 42 An Exhortation 44 SOUTHEY . Mutability . 45 To Night 46 Sunrise " 23 To a Skylark . 47 PAGK . 249 250 255 256 . 257 ib . b 2.
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... Farewell to the Muse 107 Love . 52 Hunting Song 108 The Nightingale 55 Lochinvar . 109 Lines , written in the Album at El- Lullaby on an Infant Chief 110 bingerode , in the Hartz Forest . 58 Hellvellyn . 111 Recollections of Love . 59 ...
... Farewell to the Muse 107 Love . 52 Hunting Song 108 The Nightingale 55 Lochinvar . 109 Lines , written in the Album at El- Lullaby on an Infant Chief 110 bingerode , in the Hartz Forest . 58 Hellvellyn . 111 Recollections of Love . 59 ...
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... Farewell ! no minstrels now with harp new - strung For summer wandering quit their household bowers ; Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours Her spirit , while he crosses lonely moors , Or ...
... Farewell ! no minstrels now with harp new - strung For summer wandering quit their household bowers ; Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours Her spirit , while he crosses lonely moors , Or ...
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... FAREWELL ! FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For others ' weal avail'd on high , Mine will not all be lost in air- But waft thy name beyond the sky . " Twere vain to speak , to weep , to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell ...
... FAREWELL ! FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For others ' weal avail'd on high , Mine will not all be lost in air- But waft thy name beyond the sky . " Twere vain to speak , to weep , to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell ...
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... Farewell , O warbler ! till to - morrow eve , And you , my friends ! farewell , a short farewell ! We have been loitering long and pleasantly , And now for our dear homes . - That strain again ! Full fain it would delay me ! My dear ...
... Farewell , O warbler ! till to - morrow eve , And you , my friends ! farewell , a short farewell ! We have been loitering long and pleasantly , And now for our dear homes . - That strain again ! Full fain it would delay me ! My dear ...
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Página 13 - 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. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 49 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Página 10 - 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 often lie too deep for tears.
Página 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 7 - 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 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 10 - 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...
Página 7 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...