The English Poets: Wordsworth to TennysonThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... sigh has brought ? ' A second time did Matthew stop , And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top , To me he made reply : ' Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day like this which I have left ...
... sigh has brought ? ' A second time did Matthew stop , And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top , To me he made reply : ' Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day like this which I have left ...
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... sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her , and looked again : 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 ...
... sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her , and looked again : 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 ...
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... natural outlet , no relief , In word , or sigh , or tear- O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood , To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed , All this long eve , so balmy and serene , SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 123 Dejection An.
... natural outlet , no relief , In word , or sigh , or tear- O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood , To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed , All this long eve , so balmy and serene , SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 123 Dejection An.
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... sigh , Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropp'd down one by one . But Life - in- The souls ...
... sigh , Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropp'd down one by one . But Life - in- The souls ...
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... sigh like sedge ; And the rain pour'd down from one black The Moon was at its edge . [ cloud ; The thick black cloud was cleft , and still By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- riner is re- freshed with rain . He heareth sounds ...
... sigh like sedge ; And the rain pour'd down from one black The Moon was at its edge . [ cloud ; The thick black cloud was cleft , and still By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- riner is re- freshed with rain . He heareth sounds ...
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Página 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 19 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power...
Página 459 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 457 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 21 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 41 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 20 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 284 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 83 - 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. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Página 451 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...