The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Pàgina 33
... lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Composed upon Westminster- Written in an Album.
... lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Composed upon Westminster- Written in an Album.
Pàgina 34
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
Pàgina 44
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain ...
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain ...
Pàgina 53
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story- An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story- An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
Pàgina 55
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
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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...