The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 - English poetry |
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... nature of his plan , and the immense expenditure necessary to complete it , confined him to narrower limits than he desired . He trusts that his Selection will not be judged in reference to those he has been compelled to pass over ; and ...
... nature of his plan , and the immense expenditure necessary to complete it , confined him to narrower limits than he desired . He trusts that his Selection will not be judged in reference to those he has been compelled to pass over ; and ...
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... nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no writer is so often quoted passages from his poems have become familiar as household words , and are perpetually called into use to give strong and apt expression to the thoughts ...
... nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no writer is so often quoted passages from his poems have become familiar as household words , and are perpetually called into use to give strong and apt expression to the thoughts ...
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... natural piety . " THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ...
... natural piety . " THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ...
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... Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; WORDSWORTH . 5.
... Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; WORDSWORTH . 5.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Page 13 - MILTON ! thou shouldst 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.
Page 49 - 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.
Page 10 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 7 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 10 - 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...
Page 7 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...