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... Poetry which the " scientific spirit of the age " has lessened , and of adding to the circulation of the " Works , " by showing the enjoyment and instruction that may be derived from them . TABLE OF CONTENTS . . 117 179 June 180 The 1 *
... Poetry which the " scientific spirit of the age " has lessened , and of adding to the circulation of the " Works , " by showing the enjoyment and instruction that may be derived from them . TABLE OF CONTENTS . . 117 179 June 180 The 1 *
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... of the Flowers . To a Child , during Sickness 217 The Glove and the Lions 219 The Fish , the Man , and the Spirit . • • • Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel · • · 266 267 LANDOR . Summer Evening , at Home 310 Winter Evening CONTENTS . ix.
... of the Flowers . To a Child , during Sickness 217 The Glove and the Lions 219 The Fish , the Man , and the Spirit . • • • Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel · • · 266 267 LANDOR . Summer Evening , at Home 310 Winter Evening CONTENTS . ix.
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... spirit of the age ; and , while he has done justice to the poetry of greatness , has cast a glory around the lowest condi- tions of humanity , and traced out the subtle links by which they are connected with the highest . " The ...
... spirit of the age ; and , while he has done justice to the poetry of greatness , has cast a glory around the lowest condi- tions of humanity , and traced out the subtle links by which they are connected with the highest . " The ...
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... spirit , while she crosses lonely moors , Or , musing , sits forsaken halls among . ODE . INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY , FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD . " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each ...
... spirit , while she crosses lonely moors , Or , musing , sits forsaken halls among . ODE . INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY , FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD . " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each ...
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... spirit , no determined road ; But equally a want of books and men ! TO A SKY - LARK . ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with ...
... spirit , no determined road ; But equally a want of books and men ! TO A SKY - LARK . ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with ...
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Сторінка 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 58 - 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.
Сторінка 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Сторінка 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Сторінка 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Сторінка 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Сторінка 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Сторінка 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Сторінка 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.