The English Poets: Wordsworth to Rossetti. 2d ed., revMacmillan, 1888 |
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... hour of night The Young May Moon The time I've lost in wooing Dear harp of my country Echo Oft in the stilly night ( from National Airs ) CHARLES WOLFE ( 1791-1823 ) · The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna Song . CHARLES LAMB ( 1775 ...
... hour of night The Young May Moon The time I've lost in wooing Dear harp of my country Echo Oft in the stilly night ( from National Airs ) CHARLES WOLFE ( 1791-1823 ) · The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna Song . CHARLES LAMB ( 1775 ...
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... hour arrives , Would chant , in lonely peace , the spousal verse Of this great consummation : -- and , by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are , Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death , and win the vacant and ...
... hour arrives , Would chant , in lonely peace , the spousal verse Of this great consummation : -- and , by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are , Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death , and win the vacant and ...
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... hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ...
... hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ...
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... -Come hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . ( 1799. ) LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE Oft I had heard WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 25.
... -Come hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . ( 1799. ) LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE Oft I had heard WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 25.
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... hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies ! ( 1799. ) INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH . [ Prelude I. ] Wisdom and Spirit of the ...
... hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies ! ( 1799. ) INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH . [ Prelude I. ] Wisdom and Spirit of the ...
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Сторінка 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Сторінка 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 451 - 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 19 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 21 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Сторінка 383 - 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Сторінка 457 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 284 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Сторінка 457 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 83 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...