The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 - English poetry |
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... 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 in worlds not realized , High ...
... 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 in worlds not realized , High ...
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... breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns , nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain , - I only feel ...
... breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns , nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain , - I only feel ...
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... breast That beats beneath a broider'd veil ; And she who comes in glittering vest To mourn her frailty , still is frail . Not so the faded form I prize And love , MOORE . 337 She dwelt among the untrodden St Jerome's Love.
... breast That beats beneath a broider'd veil ; And she who comes in glittering vest To mourn her frailty , still is frail . Not so the faded form I prize And love , MOORE . 337 She dwelt among the untrodden St Jerome's Love.
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... 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 . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And ...
... 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 . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And ...
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... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , 66 From wrath and vengeance would'st thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me : By all the terrors of the tomb ...
... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , 66 From wrath and vengeance would'st thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me : By all the terrors of the tomb ...
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Page 110 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 6 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Page 5 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel- I feel it all.
Page 43 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or 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...
Page 5 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy; But he beholds the light, and whence it flows — He sees it in his joy; The 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, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 83 - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,' That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Page 151 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, — And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast : And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Page 47 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Page 122 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 11 - 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.