The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
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Samuel Carter Hall. My father lived at Blenheim then , 66 Yon little stream hard by ; " They burnt his dwelling to the ground , 46 66 64 " 6 66 66 66 And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to ...
Samuel Carter Hall. My father lived at Blenheim then , 66 Yon little stream hard by ; " They burnt his dwelling to the ground , 46 66 64 " 6 66 66 66 And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to ...
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... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
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... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
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... stream . The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
... stream . The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
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Стр. 120 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Стр. 40 - 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. 255 - 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. 9 - 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.
Стр. 6 - The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Стр. 47 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 6 - 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.
Стр. 120 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 149 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, — And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast : And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Стр. 5 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; 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...