The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... feel- ings of others . This is , perhaps , the highest compliment a Puet can receive : it bas been liberally paid to him even by those who know little of the rich mine of which they are but specimens . With him the commonest objects ...
... feel- ings of others . This is , perhaps , the highest compliment a Puet can receive : it bas been liberally paid to him even by those who know little of the rich mine of which they are but specimens . With him the commonest objects ...
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... feel - I feel it all . Oh , evil day ! if I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines ...
... feel - I feel it all . Oh , evil day ! if I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May - morning , And the children are culling On every side , In a thousand valleys far and wide , Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines ...
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... Feel the gladness of the May ! 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 ...
... Feel the gladness of the May ! 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 ...
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... feel an overseeing power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn , That wild with glee across the lawn , Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , - And hers the silence and the calm Of mute ...
... feel an overseeing power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn , That wild with glee across the lawn , Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , - And hers the silence and the calm Of mute ...
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... feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the best and purest men that have ever ...
... feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the best and purest men that have ever ...
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Стр. 47 - 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.
Стр. 8 - 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Стр. 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Стр. 11 - Milton ! thou should'st 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.
Стр. 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Стр. 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Стр. 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 8 - 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. 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...