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... seemed no longer to exist in relation to him , and he had to convince himself of its existence by clasping a tree . " Tennyson makes a similar confession about himself in In Memoriam , and Scott confesses to similar moods in his Journal ...
... seemed no longer to exist in relation to him , and he had to convince himself of its existence by clasping a tree . " Tennyson makes a similar confession about himself in In Memoriam , and Scott confesses to similar moods in his Journal ...
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... seemed to fear it ; Dreading , though wishing , to be near it ; Such heart was in her , being then A little Prattler among men . The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes , she gave me ears ;. II THE ...
... seemed to fear it ; Dreading , though wishing , to be near it ; Such heart was in her , being then A little Prattler among men . The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes , she gave me ears ;. II THE ...
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... seemed to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy called out ; He stopped his horses at the word , But neither cry , nor voice , nor shout , Nor aught else like it , could be heard . The boy then ...
... seemed to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy called out ; He stopped his horses at the word , But neither cry , nor voice , nor shout , Nor aught else like it , could be heard . The boy then ...
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... Seemed to feast with head and ears ; and his tail with pleasure shook . ** Drink , pretty creature , drink , " she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty ...
... Seemed to feast with head and ears ; and his tail with pleasure shook . ** Drink , pretty creature , drink , " she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty ...
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... with lazy feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seemed , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of it was mine . Again , and once again , did I repeat the 27 THE PET LAMB.
... with lazy feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seemed , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of it was mine . Again , and once again , did I repeat the 27 THE PET LAMB.
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ALFRED PARSONS beauty behold beneath bird blank verse blessed bliss bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful child clouds Coleridge cottage creature dear delight dost doth dwell earth fair fear feel flock flowers FURNESS ABBEY gentle grass grave green happy Hart-Leap HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY LILLIE PIERCE hills hour lake lamb Laodamia light living lonely look Lucy Luke Lyrical Ballads maid melancholy mighty mind moon moral morning mountains murmur nature never night o'er Ode to Duty pain Peter Bell pleasure poems poet poetry quiet rock round RYDAL MOUNT Scott seemed shade shepherd sight silent sing Sir Walter sleep song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit star stone stream summer sweet thee things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees Twill vale verse voice wandered waters wild wind wood Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 215 - 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.
Página 146 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Página 283 - 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 13 - Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 145 - All thinking 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 behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Página 280 - 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...
Página 270 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Página 276 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, 'The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 284 - 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...
Página 85 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.