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... twill do thee good When thou art from me , even if I should touch On things thou canst not know of.- -After thou First cam'st into the world - as oft befalls To new - born infants - thou didst sleep away Two days , and blessings from ...
... twill do thee good When thou art from me , even if I should touch On things thou canst not know of.- -After thou First cam'st into the world - as oft befalls To new - born infants - thou didst sleep away Two days , and blessings from ...
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... Twill be between us ; but , whatever fate Befall thee , I shall love thee to the last , And bear thy memory with me to the grave . " The shepherd ended here ; and Luke stooped down , And , as his father had requested , laid The first ...
... Twill be between us ; but , whatever fate Befall thee , I shall love thee to the last , And bear thy memory with me to the grave . " The shepherd ended here ; and Luke stooped down , And , as his father had requested , laid The first ...
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... Twill make a thing endurable , which else Would overset the brain , or break the heart : I have conversed with more than one who well Remember the old man , and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news . His bodily frame had ...
... Twill make a thing endurable , which else Would overset the brain , or break the heart : I have conversed with more than one who well Remember the old man , and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news . His bodily frame had ...
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... Twill be the traveller's shed , the pilgrim's cot , A place of love for damsels that are coy . " A cunning artist will I have to frame A basin for that fountain in the dell ! And they who do make mention of the same , From this day ...
... Twill be the traveller's shed , the pilgrim's cot , A place of love for damsels that are coy . " A cunning artist will I have to frame A basin for that fountain in the dell ! And they who do make mention of the same , From this day ...
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... Twill be another Yarrow ! " If care with freezing years should come , And wandering seem but folly ,Should we be loth to stir from home , And yet be melancholy ; Should life be dull , and spirits low , " Twill soothe us in our sorrow ...
... Twill be another Yarrow ! " If care with freezing years should come , And wandering seem but folly ,Should we be loth to stir from home , And yet be melancholy ; Should life be dull , and spirits low , " Twill soothe us in our sorrow ...
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Página 215 - 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. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 146 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Página 283 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 13 - Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 145 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Página 280 - 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 270 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Página 276 - 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.
Página 284 - 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 splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 85 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.