The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... True bard and holy ! Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " TABLE OF CONTENTS . PAGE 3 PAGE 33 4 9 2 WORDSWORTH .
... True bard and holy ! Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " TABLE OF CONTENTS . PAGE 3 PAGE 33 4 9 2 WORDSWORTH .
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... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; 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 ...
... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; 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 ...
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... Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke , Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full ...
... Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke , Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full ...
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... thou appear'st untouch'd by solemn thought , Thy nature is not , therefore , less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And worship's at the temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . THE WORLD IS ...
... thou appear'st untouch'd by solemn thought , Thy nature is not , therefore , less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And worship's at the temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . THE WORLD IS ...
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... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea ; Pure as the naked heavens - majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . COMPOSED UPON ...
... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea ; Pure as the naked heavens - majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . COMPOSED UPON ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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...