The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... 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 of a creature Moving about ...
... 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 of a creature Moving about ...
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... Hope lengthens as she counts the hours Before his wish'd return . From hard controul and tyrant rules , The unfeeling discipline of schools , In thought he loves to roam , And tears will struggle in his eye While he remembers with a ...
... Hope lengthens as she counts the hours Before his wish'd return . From hard controul and tyrant rules , The unfeeling discipline of schools , In thought he loves to roam , And tears will struggle in his eye While he remembers with a ...
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... hope She listened to the names of those who died : Man does not know , -or , knowing , will not heed , - With what an agony of tenderness She gazed upon her children , and beheld His image who was gone . O God ! be Thou , THE BATTLE OF ...
... hope She listened to the names of those who died : Man does not know , -or , knowing , will not heed , - With what an agony of tenderness She gazed upon her children , and beheld His image who was gone . O God ! be Thou , THE BATTLE OF ...
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... did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . F.
... did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . F.
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Samuel Carter Hall. Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd from Grief , And Jealousy would , now and ...
Samuel Carter Hall. Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd from Grief , And Jealousy would , now and ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...