The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts ...
... winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts ...
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... 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 . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I ...
... 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 . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I ...
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... wind - built tent , Till the calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of ...
... wind - built tent , Till the calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of ...
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... winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air , I silently laugh at my own cenotaph , And out of the caverns of rain , Like a child from the womb , like a ghost from the tomb , I arise and unbuild it again ...
... winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air , I silently laugh at my own cenotaph , And out of the caverns of rain , Like a child from the womb , like a ghost from the tomb , I arise and unbuild it again ...
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... wind , They would grow as earthly soon As their brother lizards are . Children of a sunnier star , Spirits from beyond the moon , O , refuse the boon ! MUTABILITY . THE flower that smiles to - day To - morrow dies ; All that we wish to ...
... wind , They would grow as earthly soon As their brother lizards are . Children of a sunnier star , Spirits from beyond the moon , O , refuse the boon ! MUTABILITY . THE flower that smiles to - day To - morrow dies ; All that we wish to ...
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Стр. 34 - 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. 7 - ... their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the Storm, Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 39 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 9 - 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.
Стр. 9 - The world is too much with us. 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. 47 - Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Стр. 40 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Стр. 8 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 6 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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. 6 - 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...