Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, and KeatsJames Weber Linn H. Holt, 1911 - Всего страниц: 215 |
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... looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade ; The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colors have all pass'd away from her eyes ! 15 SIMON LEE THE OLD ...
... looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade ; The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colors have all pass'd away from her eyes ! 15 SIMON LEE THE OLD ...
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... look'd , and said The will of God be done ! " A village schoolmaster was he , With hair of glittering gray ; As blithe a man as you could see On a spring holiday . And on that morning , through the grass And by the steaming rills We ...
... look'd , and said The will of God be done ! " A village schoolmaster was he , With hair of glittering gray ; As blithe a man as you could see On a spring holiday . And on that morning , through the grass And by the steaming rills We ...
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... look'd at her , and look'd again : 55 And did not wish her mine ! " -Matthew is in his grave , yet now Methinks I see him stand As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 60 THE FOUNTAIN A CONVERSATION 66 WE talk'd with ...
... look'd at her , and look'd again : 55 And did not wish her mine ! " -Matthew is in his grave , yet now Methinks I see him stand As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 60 THE FOUNTAIN A CONVERSATION 66 WE talk'd with ...
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... Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . 60 O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sing a solitary song That whistles in the wind . RUTH : OR THE INFLUENCES OF NATURE WHEN Ruth was Lucy Gray 17.
... Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . 60 O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sing a solitary song That whistles in the wind . RUTH : OR THE INFLUENCES OF NATURE WHEN Ruth was Lucy Gray 17.
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... look'd upon those hills and plains , And seem'd as if let loose from chains To live at liberty ! No more of this - for now , by thee , Dear Ruth ! more happily set free , With nobler zeal I burn ; 175 My soul from darkness is released ...
... look'd upon those hills and plains , And seem'd as if let loose from chains To live at liberty ! No more of this - for now , by thee , Dear Ruth ! more happily set free , With nobler zeal I burn ; 175 My soul from darkness is released ...
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Стр. 116 - 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.
Стр. 27 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 159 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 185 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Стр. 54 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake To perish never...
Стр. 54 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Стр. 162 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn...
Стр. 110 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Стр. 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 68 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!