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... rock That eastward looks , I there stopped short , and stood Tracing the lofty barrier with my eye From base to summit ; such delight I found To note in shrub and tree , in stone and flower , That intermixture of delicious hues , In one ...
... rock That eastward looks , I there stopped short , and stood Tracing the lofty barrier with my eye From base to summit ; such delight I found To note in shrub and tree , in stone and flower , That intermixture of delicious hues , In one ...
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... rock , " Joan- na's Rock . " WORDSWORTH . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred , How little you bestead , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies ...
... rock , " Joan- na's Rock . " WORDSWORTH . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred , How little you bestead , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies ...
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... rock , and a tiny beach , and perfection of water , Picture - like beauty , seclusion sub- lime , and the goddess of bath- ing . There they bathed , of course , and Arthur , the glory of headers , Leapt from the ledges with Hope , he ...
... rock , and a tiny beach , and perfection of water , Picture - like beauty , seclusion sub- lime , and the goddess of bath- ing . There they bathed , of course , and Arthur , the glory of headers , Leapt from the ledges with Hope , he ...
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... rock Seem not his handiwork to mock By something cognizably shaped ; Mockery , or model roughly hewn , And left as if by earthquake strewn , Or from the flood escaped : Altars for Druid service fit ; ( But where no fire was ever lit ...
... rock Seem not his handiwork to mock By something cognizably shaped ; Mockery , or model roughly hewn , And left as if by earthquake strewn , Or from the flood escaped : Altars for Druid service fit ; ( But where no fire was ever lit ...
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... rock . J. J. G. WILKINSON . SEPTEMBER . 1819 . AND , Sooth to say , yon vocal grove Albeit uninspired by love , By love untaught to ring , May well afford to mortal ear An impulse more profoundly dear Than music of the spring . But list ...
... rock . J. J. G. WILKINSON . SEPTEMBER . 1819 . AND , Sooth to say , yon vocal grove Albeit uninspired by love , By love untaught to ring , May well afford to mortal ear An impulse more profoundly dear Than music of the spring . But list ...
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Сторінка 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Сторінка 28 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Сторінка 102 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Сторінка 174 - 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 : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Сторінка 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Сторінка 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Сторінка 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Сторінка 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...