The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : - I hear , I hear - with joy I hear ! But ...
... sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : - I hear , I hear - with joy I hear ! But ...
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... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom - better none : The later Sidney , Marvel ...
... sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom - better none : The later Sidney , Marvel ...
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... sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; — The boy had fewer 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 ...
... sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; — The boy had fewer 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 ...
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... sweet . His hair , once a curl- ing and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He is rarely seen in the great ...
... sweet . His hair , once a curl- ing and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever . He is rarely seen in the great ...
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... sweet and effective , and he is a good musician ; -to hear him sing one of his own melodies , is , indeed , a rich treat . In person he is " Little , " and the expres- sion of his countenance is rather joyous than dignified ; there is ...
... sweet and effective , and he is a good musician ; -to hear him sing one of his own melodies , is , indeed , a rich treat . In person he is " Little , " and the expres- sion of his countenance is rather joyous than dignified ; there is ...
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Էջ 120 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Էջ 40 - 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Էջ 255 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Էջ 9 - The world is too much with us : late 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 are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Էջ 6 - The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Էջ 47 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Էջ 6 - 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.
Էջ 120 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Էջ 149 - 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.
Էջ 5 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...