The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; And fade into ...
... youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; And fade into ...
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... . I would recal a vision which I dream'd Perchance in sleep , -for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing And curdles a long life into one hour . 16 BYRON .
... . I would recal a vision which I dream'd Perchance in sleep , -for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing And curdles a long life into one hour . 16 BYRON .
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... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
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... Youth comes ; the toils and cares of life Torment the restless mind ; Where shall the tired and harass'd heart Its consolation find ? Then is not Youth , as Fancy tells , Life's summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd ...
... Youth comes ; the toils and cares of life Torment the restless mind ; Where shall the tired and harass'd heart Its consolation find ? Then is not Youth , as Fancy tells , Life's summer prime of joy ? Ah no ! for hopes too long delay'd ...
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... Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage , | With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await , And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below . Life's vain delusions are gone by ...
... Youth . So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage , | With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await , And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below . Life's vain delusions are gone by ...
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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...