The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 |
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... soon as The Broken Heart 131 Born . Mary Gray . . 132 76 The Skylark 133 An Arabian Song ib . MONTGOMERY . HEMANS . The Grave . 79 Friends . 83 Cathedral Hymn 135 Hannah ib . The Song of Night . . 137 The Hebrew Mother 138 The Captive ...
... soon as The Broken Heart 131 Born . Mary Gray . . 132 76 The Skylark 133 An Arabian Song ib . MONTGOMERY . HEMANS . The Grave . 79 Friends . 83 Cathedral Hymn 135 Hannah ib . The Song of Night . . 137 The Hebrew Mother 138 The Captive ...
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... soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight , And custom lie upon thee with a weight , Heavy as frost , and deep almost as life ! O joy that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ...
... soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight , And custom lie upon thee with a weight , Heavy as frost , and deep almost as life ! O joy that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ...
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Samuel Carter Hall. 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 ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT ...
Samuel Carter Hall. 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 ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT ...
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... soon , Getting and spending , we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away , a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours , And ...
... soon , Getting and spending , we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away , a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours , And ...
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... soon afterwards , and the Poet went abroad , -- residing at Geneva , and in various cities of Italy . In August , 1823 , he em- barked in the cause of Greece ; and died at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824 . Lord Byron was thus ...
... soon afterwards , and the Poet went abroad , -- residing at Geneva , and in various cities of Italy . In August , 1823 , he em- barked in the cause of Greece ; and died at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824 . Lord Byron was thus ...
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Página 110 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 6 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Página 5 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel- I feel it all.
Página 43 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Página 5 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy; But he beholds the light, and whence it flows — He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended: At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 83 - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,' That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 151 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, — And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast : And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Página 47 - 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...
Página 122 - 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...
Página 11 - MILTON, thou shouldst be living at this hour ! England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.