The English Poets: Wordsworth to TennysonMacmillan, 1902 |
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... rest in peace , Thy ever - dwindling soul , away ! A Moralist perchance appears ; Led , Heaven knows how ! to this poor sod : And he has neither eyes nor ears ; Himself his world , and his own God ; One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can ...
... rest in peace , Thy ever - dwindling soul , away ! A Moralist perchance appears ; Led , Heaven knows how ! to this poor sod : And he has neither eyes nor ears ; Himself his world , and his own God ; One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can ...
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... rest In joy of voice and pinion ! Thou , Linnet ! in thy green array , Presiding Spirit here to - day , Dost lead the revels of the May , And this is thy dominion . While birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make all one band of ...
... rest In joy of voice and pinion ! Thou , Linnet ! in thy green array , Presiding Spirit here to - day , Dost lead the revels of the May , And this is thy dominion . While birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make all one band of ...
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... rest , Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day , a Master o'er a Slave , A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child ...
... rest , Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day , a Master o'er a Slave , A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... rest upon their circumambient walls ; A temple framing of dimensions vast , And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems , -choral song , or burst Sublime of instrumental harmony , To glorify the Eternal ! What if these Did ...
... rest upon their circumambient walls ; A temple framing of dimensions vast , And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems , -choral song , or burst Sublime of instrumental harmony , To glorify the Eternal ! What if these Did ...
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Página 783 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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 449 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 19 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 401 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 816 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 58 - 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.
Página 450 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 453 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 320 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.