The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... turn of the tide that was to bear him into a crowd of devoted admirers . He knew it would come at last ; and went on writing , in spite of the sneers of those who either could not , or would not , understand him . He has lived to enjoy ...
... turn of the tide that was to bear him into a crowd of devoted admirers . He knew it would come at last ; and went on writing , in spite of the sneers of those who either could not , or would not , understand him . He has lived to enjoy ...
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... Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . The rainbow comes and goes , And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a ...
... Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . The rainbow comes and goes , And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a ...
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... turns his eye ; Remembering with an envious sigh The happy dreams of Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our ... turn inward : hearing then Over the vale the heavy toll of death Sound slow , it made me think upon the dead ; I ...
... turns his eye ; Remembering with an envious sigh The happy dreams of Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our ... turn inward : hearing then Over the vale the heavy toll of death Sound slow , it made me think upon the dead ; I ...
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... turn away From the fresh grave till grass should cover it ; Nature would do that office soon ; and none Who trod upon the senseless turf would think Of what a world of woes lay buried there ! THE EBB TIDE . Slowly thy flowing tide Came ...
... turn away From the fresh grave till grass should cover it ; Nature would do that office soon ; and none Who trod upon the senseless turf would think Of what a world of woes lay buried there ! THE EBB TIDE . Slowly thy flowing tide Came ...
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... turns them out ! " For many thousand men , " said he , " Were slain in that great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; While little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell ...
... turns them out ! " For many thousand men , " said he , " Were slain in that great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; While little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell ...
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Сторінка 120 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Сторінка 40 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 255 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Сторінка 9 - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Сторінка 6 - The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Сторінка 47 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Сторінка 6 - Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 120 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 149 - 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.
Сторінка 5 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...