Poetry, Sacred and Profane, Página 82Longmans & Company, 1851 - 341 páginas |
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... once to attest the moral supremacy of Nature : " One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man , Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . " How those dignitaries of the Church who have concurred in the laudations ...
... once to attest the moral supremacy of Nature : " One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man , Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . " How those dignitaries of the Church who have concurred in the laudations ...
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... once have loved him most Distrust his anxious look and word , And having waged defiance , boast With one accord ; - When fluttering insects madly pour Their torture on his hapless head , And then to loftier regions soar , By fancy led ...
... once have loved him most Distrust his anxious look and word , And having waged defiance , boast With one accord ; - When fluttering insects madly pour Their torture on his hapless head , And then to loftier regions soar , By fancy led ...
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... once benignly shone With hallowed light peculiarly its own , On all who chanced within thy range to fall , Beams only now at Wisdom's sacred call . That mirthful innocence which never cloyed , Nor with a 44 STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG ...
... once benignly shone With hallowed light peculiarly its own , On all who chanced within thy range to fall , Beams only now at Wisdom's sacred call . That mirthful innocence which never cloyed , Nor with a 44 STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG ...
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... " The Blackbird hail the opening day . Its ever sweet melodious strain No sooner vibrates on my heart , Than all my youthful hopes again Throughout declining nature start . And days that once profusely cast A radiant smile around 59.
... " The Blackbird hail the opening day . Its ever sweet melodious strain No sooner vibrates on my heart , Than all my youthful hopes again Throughout declining nature start . And days that once profusely cast A radiant smile around 59.
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John Wright (of Nottingham.) And days that once profusely cast A radiant smile around my soul , Seem not as those already past , But still in fancy's eye to roll . And only to recal the scene When , yielding cheerfully to rule , I ...
John Wright (of Nottingham.) And days that once profusely cast A radiant smile around my soul , Seem not as those already past , But still in fancy's eye to roll . And only to recal the scene When , yielding cheerfully to rule , I ...
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adorn aërial awhile beauty beneath bestow Betty Foy birds bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm charms coruscations coursers CUCKOO delight distant divine dost thou Dragonfly dwell earth Epicurean fair fancy feast feel flower fond fools believed gaze gentle glory glow grace green greet hail Harebell hath heart heaven heavenly hope hour idiot boy impart inspire Kilve kiss Kittens Lark light living loveliness LUCRETIUS lustre maid mind mirth morn musings Nature Nature's night o'er passion Peter Bell pilewort play playful pleasing pleasure Poet poetry praise pretty pride prize pure rapture rays reign rejoice rest scene shade shine sigh sight sing skies smile soft song SONNET soon soul sphere spirit Spring STANZAS steal stream sweet tears tell tender thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought thrush verse visions ween WESLEY CHAPEL wind wing wondering Wordsworth youth
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Página 334 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Página 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Página 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Página 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Página 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!