British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - 458 páginas |
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... things for ever speaking , That nothing of itself will come , But we must still be seeking ? " Then ask not wherefore , here , alone , Conversing as I may , I sit upon this old gray stone , And dream my time away . " 1798. 1798 . THE ...
... things for ever speaking , That nothing of itself will come , But we must still be seeking ? " Then ask not wherefore , here , alone , Conversing as I may , I sit upon this old gray stone , And dream my time away . " 1798. 1798 . THE ...
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... things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ... thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all ...
... things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ... thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all ...
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... things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ; and of all that we be- hold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye , and ...
... things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ; and of all that we be- hold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye , and ...
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... things , With life and nature : purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought , And sanctifying by such discipline Both pain and fear , -until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship ...
... things , With life and nature : purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought , And sanctifying by such discipline Both pain and fear , -until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship ...
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... things , Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones And on the vacant air . Then up I rose , And dragged to earth both branch and bough , with crash And merciless ravage : and the shady nook Of hazels , and the green and mossy bower ...
... things , Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones And on the vacant air . Then up I rose , And dragged to earth both branch and bough , with crash And merciless ravage : and the shady nook Of hazels , and the green and mossy bower ...
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Página 41 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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.
Página 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Página 410 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 33 - 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 141 - 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.
Página 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 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.
Página 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Página 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Página 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.