Poetry, Sacred and Profane, Էջ 82Longmans & Company, 1851 - 341 էջ |
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Էջ xxviii
... telling us that " Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife , Their sober wishes never learned to stray , " he too often exhibits humanity in its worst phase ; and , as in the instance of Goody Blake , he is not less unfortunate ...
... telling us that " Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife , Their sober wishes never learned to stray , " he too often exhibits humanity in its worst phase ; and , as in the instance of Goody Blake , he is not less unfortunate ...
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... TELL ME NOT THE WIND SING ALOUD , ALL YE ENDS OF THE EARTH STANZAS : AS A PARTICLE OF SAND THE CROCUS THE SPARROW · SONNET ON LIGHT AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS TO A LADY - THE HALLUCINATION SPRING FLOWERS TO HER I LOVE Page 1 5 - 7 8 11 13 14 ...
... TELL ME NOT THE WIND SING ALOUD , ALL YE ENDS OF THE EARTH STANZAS : AS A PARTICLE OF SAND THE CROCUS THE SPARROW · SONNET ON LIGHT AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS TO A LADY - THE HALLUCINATION SPRING FLOWERS TO HER I LOVE Page 1 5 - 7 8 11 13 14 ...
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... TELL · 55 S ་ ཾ་ STANZAS : SINCE BYRON MIGHT ADDRESS HIS FRIEND 56 YE SYLVAN GODS ! THAT WATCH WITH CARE THE BLACKBIRD DAISIES ON A LADY SLEEPING THE WILLOWS A COMMON LESSON THE VIOLET TO THE CUCKOO · 57 659 62 · 64 · 65 70 - 71 · 73 ...
... TELL · 55 S ་ ཾ་ STANZAS : SINCE BYRON MIGHT ADDRESS HIS FRIEND 56 YE SYLVAN GODS ! THAT WATCH WITH CARE THE BLACKBIRD DAISIES ON A LADY SLEEPING THE WILLOWS A COMMON LESSON THE VIOLET TO THE CUCKOO · 57 659 62 · 64 · 65 70 - 71 · 73 ...
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... THROW 145 : WHAT LOVELY CREATURES WOMEN ARE SONG : OH ! TELL ME NOT BEAUTY RESIDES IN THE FORM THE BUTTERCUP THE SWEETS OF SPRING · 146 · 148 - 149 - 53 b TO A NIGHTINGALE SIGH NOT FOR THE MAIDEN SONNET TO CONTENTS . xxxiii.
... THROW 145 : WHAT LOVELY CREATURES WOMEN ARE SONG : OH ! TELL ME NOT BEAUTY RESIDES IN THE FORM THE BUTTERCUP THE SWEETS OF SPRING · 146 · 148 - 149 - 53 b TO A NIGHTINGALE SIGH NOT FOR THE MAIDEN SONNET TO CONTENTS . xxxiii.
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... TELL US , OH ! THOU LITTLE STAR - 236 LINES WRITTEN FOR ONE OF MY TWIN DAUGHTERS - 237 A PRESCRIPTION FOR A CONSUMPTIVE - 240 THE SWIFT - 241 WHILE THOUSANDS OF THY FOLLOWERS CROWD - 243 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY LOVE THE STORY WITHOUT AN ...
... TELL US , OH ! THOU LITTLE STAR - 236 LINES WRITTEN FOR ONE OF MY TWIN DAUGHTERS - 237 A PRESCRIPTION FOR A CONSUMPTIVE - 240 THE SWIFT - 241 WHILE THOUSANDS OF THY FOLLOWERS CROWD - 243 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY LOVE THE STORY WITHOUT AN ...
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Էջ 334 - 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 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Էջ xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Էջ ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Էջ 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Էջ xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Էջ 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Էջ 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Էջ 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Էջ 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!