The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Samuel Carter Hall. Per . 2805 36 ¿ . 1838 2805 d . 86 3 1 THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS . LONDON 600050632M.
Samuel Carter Hall. Per . 2805 36 ¿ . 1838 2805 d . 86 3 1 THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS . LONDON 600050632M.
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Samuel Carter Hall. Rr , 2805 월 26 TAR 2205 d . 86 특 3 THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS , LONDON : 600050632M.
Samuel Carter Hall. Rr , 2805 월 26 TAR 2205 d . 86 특 3 THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS , LONDON : 600050632M.
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Samuel Carter Hall. THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS . LONDON : GILBERT AND RIVINGTON , PRINTERS , ST .
Samuel Carter Hall. THE BOOK OF GEMS OF MODERN POETS . LONDON : GILBERT AND RIVINGTON , PRINTERS , ST .
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Samuel Carter Hall. LONDON : GILBERT AND RIVINGTON , PRINTERS , ST . JOHN'S SQUARE . THE BOOK OF GEMS . THE MODERN POETS AND ARTISTS.
Samuel Carter Hall. LONDON : GILBERT AND RIVINGTON , PRINTERS , ST . JOHN'S SQUARE . THE BOOK OF GEMS . THE MODERN POETS AND ARTISTS.
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...