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... Mother being tethered near it Domestic Peace . The Sigh Epitaph on an Infant .. 2242 24 Fears in Solitude ; written in April , 1798 , during the alarm of an Invasion . . . Fire , Famine , and Slaughter ; a War Eclogue 26 Recantation ...
... Mother being tethered near it Domestic Peace . The Sigh Epitaph on an Infant .. 2242 24 Fears in Solitude ; written in April , 1798 , during the alarm of an Invasion . . . Fire , Famine , and Slaughter ; a War Eclogue 26 Recantation ...
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... Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers ... Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones ...
... Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers ... Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones ...
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... Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poison'd chalice from thy hand ! And thou hadst dash'd it , at her soft command , * Avon , a river near Bristol ; the birth ...
... Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poison'd chalice from thy hand ! And thou hadst dash'd it , at her soft command , * Avon , a river near Bristol ; the birth ...
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... MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . POOR little foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face ... mother's shorten'd chain ? And truly , very piteous is her lot— Chain'd to a log within a narrow spot Where the close ...
... MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . POOR little foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face ... mother's shorten'd chain ? And truly , very piteous is her lot— Chain'd to a log within a narrow spot Where the close ...
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... mother's joy ! SONNET . THOUGH roused by that dark Vizir , Riot rude Have driven our PRIEST Over the ocean swell Though Superstition and her wolfish brood Bay his mild radiance , impotent and fell ; Calm in his halls of brightness he ...
... mother's joy ! SONNET . THOUGH roused by that dark Vizir , Riot rude Have driven our PRIEST Over the ocean swell Though Superstition and her wolfish brood Bay his mild radiance , impotent and fell ; Calm in his halls of brightness he ...
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Сторінка 64 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 300 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order; judgement ever awake and steady self-possession, with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement...
Сторінка 65 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 70 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Сторінка 62 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Сторінка 373 - All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous, and to the wicked; to the good and to the clean, and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth, and to him that sacrificeth not: as is the good, so is the sinner; and he that sweareth, as he that feareth an oath.
Сторінка 66 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
Сторінка 67 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Сторінка 43 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought...
Сторінка 43 - ... mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe, shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.