Poems, Հատոր 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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Արդյունքներ 32–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 7
... some shady haunt , Among Arabian Sands : No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps 7.
... some shady haunt , Among Arabian Sands : No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps 7.
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... voice the Stock - dove broods ; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters . All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass ...
... voice the Stock - dove broods ; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters . All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass ...
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... voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard ; nor word from word could I divide ; And the whole Body of the man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream ; Or like a Man from some far region sent , To give me human strength , and ...
... voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard ; nor word from word could I divide ; And the whole Body of the man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream ; Or like a Man from some far region sent , To give me human strength , and ...
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... voices were ; And others , I've heard many swear , Were voices of the dead : I cannot think , whate'er they say , They had to do with Martha Ray . But that she goes to this old Thorn , The Thorn which I've described to you , And there ...
... voices were ; And others , I've heard many swear , Were voices of the dead : I cannot think , whate'er they say , They had to do with Martha Ray . But that she goes to this old Thorn , The Thorn which I've described to you , And there ...
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... the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and the might Of blessed Angels crown'd the right . Loud voice the Land hath uttered forth , We loudest in the faithful North : Our Fields rejoice , our Mountains ring , Our Streams 59.
... the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and the might Of blessed Angels crown'd the right . Loud voice the Land hath uttered forth , We loudest in the faithful North : Our Fields rejoice , our Mountains ring , Our Streams 59.
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Էջ 212 - 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 355 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Էջ 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Էջ 338 - 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...
Էջ 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Էջ 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Էջ 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Էջ 30 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Էջ 354 - 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 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...