The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
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... stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , " And he was forced to fly ; " So with his wife and child he fled , " Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; " And ...
... stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , " And he was forced to fly ; " So with his wife and child he fled , " Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; " And ...
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... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
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... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
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... stream , The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
... stream , The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
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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...