The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 - English poetry |
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... Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy , Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts , thou happy Shepherd - boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the ...
... Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy , Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts , thou happy Shepherd - boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the ...
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... land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains , -alas ! too few . IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING . It is a beauteous ...
... land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains , -alas ! too few . IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING . It is a beauteous ...
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... land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , his prodigious skill in versification , -his fine perception of the sublime and beautiful in nature , -his graceful and unforced wit , -his ...
... land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , his prodigious skill in versification , -his fine perception of the sublime and beautiful in nature , -his graceful and unforced wit , -his ...
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... land , Touching all with thine opiate wand , - Come , long sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn , I sighed for thee ; When light rode high , and the dew was gone , And noon lay heavy on flower and tree , And the weary day turned to ...
... land , Touching all with thine opiate wand , - Come , long sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn , I sighed for thee ; When light rode high , and the dew was gone , And noon lay heavy on flower and tree , And the weary day turned to ...
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... land of courtesy ! ; O Florence ! with the Tuscan fields and hills ! And famous Arno , fed with all their rills Thou brightest star of star - bright Italy ! Rich , ornate , populous , all treasures thine , The golden corn , the olive ...
... land of courtesy ! ; O Florence ! with the Tuscan fields and hills ! And famous Arno , fed with all their rills Thou brightest star of star - bright Italy ! Rich , ornate , populous , all treasures thine , The golden corn , the olive ...
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Page 47 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Page 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Page 11 - Milton ! thou should'st 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.
Page 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Page 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Page 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...