The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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2. oldal
... Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " Pickersgill RA WORDSWORTH . SONNET . Cells ADIEU , Rydalian 2 WORDSWORTH .
... Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " Pickersgill RA WORDSWORTH . SONNET . Cells ADIEU , Rydalian 2 WORDSWORTH .
6. oldal
... art : A wedding or a festival , A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart , And unto this he frames his ... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher , who yet dost keep Thy ...
... art : A wedding or a festival , A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart , And unto this he frames his ... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher , who yet dost keep Thy ...
15. oldal
... art exhausts the pomp of woe , And storied urns record who rests below ; When all is done , upon the tomb is seen ... thou feeble tenant of an hour. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A DOG . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM .
... art exhausts the pomp of woe , And storied urns record who rests below ; When all is done , upon the tomb is seen ... thou feeble tenant of an hour. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A DOG . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM .
23. oldal
... thou art , and on thy way Of glory sheddest with benignant ray , Beauty , and life , and joyance from above . No longer let these mists thy radiance shroud , - These cold raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour ...
... thou art , and on thy way Of glory sheddest with benignant ray , Beauty , and life , and joyance from above . No longer let these mists thy radiance shroud , - These cold raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour ...
28. oldal
... art the widow's friend ! Man does not know What a cold sickness made her blood run back When first she heard the ... Thou , Who art the widow's friend , her comforter ! THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening 28 SOUTHEY .
... art the widow's friend ! Man does not know What a cold sickness made her blood run back When first she heard the ... Thou , Who art the widow's friend , her comforter ! THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening 28 SOUTHEY .
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13. 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. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
49. oldal - 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.
10. oldal - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
12. oldal - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
7. 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.
31. oldal - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
125. oldal - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
125. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
10. oldal - 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...
7. oldal - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...