Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1883 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... breath And everlasting motion , not in vain By day or star - light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , But with high ...
... breath And everlasting motion , not in vain By day or star - light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , But with high ...
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... breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller between life and death ; The reason firm , the temperate will , Endurance , foresight , strength , and skill ; A perfect Woman , nobly planned , To warn , to comfort , and command ; And yet a ...
... breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller between life and death ; The reason firm , the temperate will , Endurance , foresight , strength , and skill ; A perfect Woman , nobly planned , To warn , to comfort , and command ; And yet a ...
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... hath decreed Thou should'st elude the malice of the grave ; Redundant are thy locks , thy lips as fair As when their breath enriched Thessalian air . No Spectre greets me , -no vain Shadow this : 62 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... hath decreed Thou should'st elude the malice of the grave ; Redundant are thy locks , thy lips as fair As when their breath enriched Thessalian air . No Spectre greets me , -no vain Shadow this : 62 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Сторінка 280 - 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 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 363 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Сторінка 405 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 411 - 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 278 - 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 281 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Сторінка 331 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth...
Сторінка 407 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Сторінка 407 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.