Poems, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... there is more imagination than fancy in a poem it is placed under the head of imagination , and vice versa . Both the above Classes might without impropriety have been enlarged from that consisting of " Poems founded on the Affec- tions ...
... there is more imagination than fancy in a poem it is placed under the head of imagination , and vice versa . Both the above Classes might without impropriety have been enlarged from that consisting of " Poems founded on the Affec- tions ...
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... there introduced , is listening , with something of a feverish and restless anxiety , for the recur- rence of the riotous sounds which he had pre- viously excited ; and , at the moment when the intenseness of his mind is beginning to ...
... there introduced , is listening , with something of a feverish and restless anxiety , for the recur- rence of the riotous sounds which he had pre- viously excited ; and , at the moment when the intenseness of his mind is beginning to ...
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... there a Power 247 Ah where is Palafox ! 248 In due observance 249 Feelings of a Noble Biscayan 250 The Oak of Guernica 251 Indignation of a high - minded Spaniard 252 Avaunt all specious 253 O'er - weening Statesmen 254 The French and ...
... there a Power 247 Ah where is Palafox ! 248 In due observance 249 Feelings of a Noble Biscayan 250 The Oak of Guernica 251 Indignation of a high - minded Spaniard 252 Avaunt all specious 253 O'er - weening Statesmen 254 The French and ...
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... There's never a Scholar in England knows . He will suddenly s'op in a cunning nook , And rings a sharp larum ; -but if you should look There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow Round as a pillow , and whiter than milk , And softer ...
... There's never a Scholar in England knows . He will suddenly s'op in a cunning nook , And rings a sharp larum ; -but if you should look There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow Round as a pillow , and whiter than milk , And softer ...
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... a hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the Town . The wretched Parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That 15.
... a hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the Town . The wretched Parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That 15.
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Adam Bruce Babe bagpipes beneath Betty Foy Betty's Bird bower breath bright brook Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage crag dead dear deep delight door dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair Father fear flowers follow the blind gone grave green happy happy day hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Idiot Boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light limbs live look Maid mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pastoral pipes Poem Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round sail senses fail shade Shepherd shore shout side sight silent sing smiles snow song soul sound steep Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale waterfall ween wild wind woods Youth
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Сторінка 313 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Сторінка 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Сторінка 130 - 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.
Сторінка 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Сторінка 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Сторінка 310 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Сторінка 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Сторінка 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Сторінка 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Сторінка 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.