The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Pàgina xiv
... Cold Beauty 255 Ruth 256 Ballad HOWITT . 257 I Remember , I Remember ib . An Old Man's Story 283 Ode 258 Mountain Children . . 290 Ballad 261 HERVEY . DIBDIN . A Twilight Landscape 293 • I Sailed from the Downs . 263 The Convict Ship ...
... Cold Beauty 255 Ruth 256 Ballad HOWITT . 257 I Remember , I Remember ib . An Old Man's Story 283 Ode 258 Mountain Children . . 290 Ballad 261 HERVEY . DIBDIN . A Twilight Landscape 293 • I Sailed from the Downs . 263 The Convict Ship ...
Pàgina xvi
... COLD BEAUTY 37. THE SHIPWRECKED J. Robson J. Hinchliff . 235 C. Hancock R. Parr .... 243 R. Edmonstone ..... C. Rolls 249 T. Y. Hurlstone W. H. Watt . 255 S. Prout E. Kernot 263 38. THE MERRY IMP J. Boaden J. Wagstaff ... 269 39 ...
... COLD BEAUTY 37. THE SHIPWRECKED J. Robson J. Hinchliff . 235 C. Hancock R. Parr .... 243 R. Edmonstone ..... C. Rolls 249 T. Y. Hurlstone W. H. Watt . 255 S. Prout E. Kernot 263 38. THE MERRY IMP J. Boaden J. Wagstaff ... 269 39 ...
Pàgina 18
... cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came : He dropp'd the hand he held , and with slow steps Retired , but not as bidding her adieu ...
... cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came : He dropp'd the hand he held , and with slow steps Retired , but not as bidding her adieu ...
Pàgina 20
... cold reality too real ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was alone as heretofore ; The beings which surrounded him were gone , Or were at war with him ! he was a mark For blight and desolation , compass'd round ...
... cold reality too real ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was alone as heretofore ; The beings which surrounded him were gone , Or were at war with him ! he was a mark For blight and desolation , compass'd round ...
Pàgina 22
... cold raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour through the opening cloud And cheer the earth once more . The languid flowers Lie odourless , bent down with heavy rain , Earth asks thy presence , saturate with ...
... cold raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour through the opening cloud And cheer the earth once more . The languid flowers Lie odourless , bent down with heavy rain , Earth asks thy presence , saturate with ...
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Allan Cunningham Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bird born bowers breast breath bright brow calm Charles Dibdin child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze genius gentle glad graceful grave green happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope human James Hogg labour Leigh Hunt light living lonely look Lord Byron maid merry heart mind mother mountains nature ne'er never night numbers o'er pale passion Pindar poems Poet poetry popularity rose round scarcely shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stream sweet tears tender thee thine things Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas verse voice Walter Savage Landor wander waves weary weep wild wind wings writings young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 34 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 7 - ... their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the Storm, Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Pàgina 39 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pàgina 9 - 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.
Pàgina 9 - The world is too much with us. The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Pàgina 47 - Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Pàgina 40 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Pàgina 8 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen!
Pàgina 6 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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.
Pàgina 6 - 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...