The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Pàgina xii
... Born 76 Mary Gray . 132 The Skylark 133 MONTGOMERY . The Grave . 79 Friends . 83 Hannah . ib . An Arabian Song ib . 232 HEMANS . Cathedral Hymn The Song of Night . The Hebrew Mother 135 137 138 WHITE . The Captive Knight . 141 The ...
... Born 76 Mary Gray . 132 The Skylark 133 MONTGOMERY . The Grave . 79 Friends . 83 Hannah . ib . An Arabian Song ib . 232 HEMANS . Cathedral Hymn The Song of Night . The Hebrew Mother 135 137 138 WHITE . The Captive Knight . 141 The ...
Pàgina 2
... born at Cockermouth , on the 7th of April , 1770. He was educated with his almost equally distinguished brother , -Dr . Christopher Wordsworth , -at Hawkesworth School , in Lancashire ; and was entered at St. John's , Cambridge , in ...
... born at Cockermouth , on the 7th of April , 1770. He was educated with his almost equally distinguished brother , -Dr . Christopher Wordsworth , -at Hawkesworth School , in Lancashire ; and was entered at St. John's , Cambridge , in ...
Pàgina 6
... born blisses , -- A six years ' darling of a pigmy size ! See , where ' mid work of his own hand , he lies , Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses , With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See , at his feet , some little plan ...
... born blisses , -- A six years ' darling of a pigmy size ! See , where ' mid work of his own hand , he lies , Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses , With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See , at his feet , some little plan ...
Pàgina 7
... 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 soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight , And custom lie ...
... 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 soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight , And custom lie ...
Pàgina 8
... born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather 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 ...
... born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather 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 ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...