The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 6 - 10 de 67.
Pàgina 29
... round , Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found ; He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook his ...
... round , Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found ; He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook his ...
Pàgina 30
... round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 " " 44 " 66 66 · And many a childing mother then , And new - born baby died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . They say it was a shocking sight 66 After the field ...
... round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 " " 44 " 66 66 · And many a childing mother then , And new - born baby died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . They say it was a shocking sight 66 After the field ...
Pàgina 40
... round and harmonious as the orb , no less conversant with seas and mountains , than with flowers and the minutest beauty , and it hungers and thirsts after a certain beauty of perfection , as the orb rolls in loving attraction round the ...
... round and harmonious as the orb , no less conversant with seas and mountains , than with flowers and the minutest beauty , and it hungers and thirsts after a certain beauty of perfection , as the orb rolls in loving attraction round the ...
Pàgina 69
... round me what they say I need not hear , for in the clay I soon must sleep . O , love is sorrow ! sad it is To be both tried and true ; I ever trembled in my bliss : Now there are farewells in a kiss , - They sigh adieu . But woodbines ...
... round me what they say I need not hear , for in the clay I soon must sleep . O , love is sorrow ! sad it is To be both tried and true ; I ever trembled in my bliss : Now there are farewells in a kiss , - They sigh adieu . But woodbines ...
Pàgina 91
... his nest , Stands looking round with his delicate crest ; Or a love - like joy is in his cry , As he wheels , and darts , and glances by . Is the heron asleep on the silvery sand Of his. FROM EDITH AND NORA . FAREWELL TO THE MUSE . N 2.
... his nest , Stands looking round with his delicate crest ; Or a love - like joy is in his cry , As he wheels , and darts , and glances by . Is the heron asleep on the silvery sand Of his. FROM EDITH AND NORA . FAREWELL TO THE MUSE . N 2.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bird born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Dibdin child Christ's Hospital clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Erin go bragh fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze genius gentle glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy orders hope hour human John Clare labour Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid Mary merry heart mind morning mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetry rill Robert Southey 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 vale voice wander waves weep wild wind wings writings young youth
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...