The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 |
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... Summer's Eve The Savoyard's Return The Trumpet . ib . 888 87 The Return to Poetry 142 89 The Treasures of the Deep . 143 CUNNINGHAM . WILSON . From Edith and Nora . 91 The Town and Country Child Awake , my Love 145 148 A Churchyard ...
... Summer's Eve The Savoyard's Return The Trumpet . ib . 888 87 The Return to Poetry 142 89 The Treasures of the Deep . 143 CUNNINGHAM . WILSON . From Edith and Nora . 91 The Town and Country Child Awake , my Love 145 148 A Churchyard ...
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... Summer Evening , at Home . Winter Evening , at Home Sonnets : - • . 230 ib . CROLY . The Tuileries ; from " Paris in Time . 1815 " Dover Cliffs . • 187 Pericles and Aspasia . 188 April . Lines written at Spithead May 189 Leonidas 190 ...
... Summer Evening , at Home . Winter Evening , at Home Sonnets : - • . 230 ib . CROLY . The Tuileries ; from " Paris in Time . 1815 " Dover Cliffs . • 187 Pericles and Aspasia . 188 April . Lines written at Spithead May 189 Leonidas 190 ...
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... summer wandering quit their household bowers ; Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours Her spirit , while he crosses lonely moors , Or , musing , sits forsaken halls among . ODE . INTIMATIONS OF ...
... summer wandering quit their household bowers ; Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours Her spirit , while he crosses lonely moors , Or , musing , sits forsaken halls among . ODE . INTIMATIONS OF ...
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... summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years ; and , to his eye , There was but one beloved face on earth- And that was shining on him he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away : He had no breath , no being , but in hers ...
... summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years ; and , to his eye , There was but one beloved face on earth- And that was shining on him he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away : He had no breath , no being , but in hers ...
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... summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd , And feelings blasted or betray'd , The fabled bliss destroy ; And Youth remembers with a sigh The careless days of Infancy . Maturer Manhood now arrives , And other thoughts ...
... summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd , And feelings blasted or betray'd , The fabled bliss destroy ; And Youth remembers with a sigh The careless days of Infancy . Maturer Manhood now arrives , And other thoughts ...
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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.