The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his attended ; way At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . † B 2 Earth fills her ...
... youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his attended ; way At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . † B 2 Earth fills her ...
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... 'd Perchance in sleep , -for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , And curdles a long life into one hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing 16 BYRON . SALVATOR The Dream Farewell.
... 'd Perchance in sleep , -for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , And curdles a long life into one hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing 16 BYRON . SALVATOR The Dream Farewell.
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... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth ; As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth ; As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
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... Youth comes ; the toils and cares of life Torment the restless mind ; Where shall the tired and harass'd heart Its consolation find ? Then is not Youth , as Fancy tells , Life's summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd ...
... Youth comes ; the toils and cares of life Torment the restless mind ; Where shall the tired and harass'd heart Its consolation find ? Then is not Youth , as Fancy tells , Life's summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd ...
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... Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage , With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await , And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below . Life's vain delusions are gone by , Its ...
... Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage , With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await , And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below . Life's vain delusions are gone by , Its ...
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Common terms and phrases
Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bloom born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold dark dear death deep delight dewy dream earth Ebenezer Elliott fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope John Clare lady Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid maiden Mary Lee merry heart mind mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetical poetry rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings woes writings young youth
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Էջ 47 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Էջ 8 - 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Էջ 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Էջ 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Էջ 11 - Milton ! thou should'st 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.
Էջ 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Էջ 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Էջ 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Էջ 8 - 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 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...