Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Հատոր 2

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Էջ 318 - 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...
Էջ 525 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Էջ 309 - My dear, dear friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Էջ 6 - Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse...
Էջ 521 - LADY Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown ; You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came.
Էջ 310 - Knowing that 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...
Էջ 525 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Էջ 314 - WHY, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away ? "Where are your books? that light...
Էջ 524 - As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
Էջ 114 - Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious Sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue Ocean! So my friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...

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