The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 |
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4. oldal
... 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 ...
10. oldal
... 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 ...
46. oldal
... 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 ...
52. oldal
... 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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110. oldal - 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.
6. oldal - 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...
5. oldal - 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.
43. oldal - 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...
5. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - 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.
151. oldal - 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.
47. oldal - 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...
122. oldal - 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...
11. oldal - 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.