The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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Σελίδα 4
... round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , — But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from the earth Now , while the birds thus ...
... round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , — But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from the earth Now , while the birds thus ...
Σελίδα 8
... round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys ...
... round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys ...
Σελίδα 9
... round , And beauty , born of murmuring sound , Shall pass into her face . And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give , While she and I together live ...
... round , And beauty , born of murmuring sound , Shall pass into her face . And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height , Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give , While she and I together live ...
Σελίδα 10
... round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains , -alas ! too few . IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING . It is a beauteous evening , calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a nun ...
... round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains , -alas ! too few . IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING . It is a beauteous evening , calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a nun ...
Σελίδα 20
... round With hatred and contention : pain was mix'd In all which was served up to him , until , Like to the Pontic monarch of old days , He fed on poisons , and they had no power , - But were a kind of nutriment : he lived Through that ...
... round With hatred and contention : pain was mix'd In all which was served up to him , until , Like to the Pontic monarch of old days , He fed on poisons , and they had no power , - But were a kind of nutriment : he lived Through that ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...