The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... never ; Which neither listlessness , nor mad endeavour , 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 WORDSWORTH . 7 THE GARDEN R P Bonington.
... never ; Which neither listlessness , nor mad endeavour , 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 WORDSWORTH . 7 THE GARDEN R P Bonington.
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... never sown ; This child I to myself will take , — She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and ...
... never sown ; This child I to myself will take , — She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and ...
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... never more will be ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT THE SONNET . SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's ...
... never more will be ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT THE SONNET . SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's ...
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... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
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... never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood , - A privacy of glorious light is ...
... never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood , - A privacy of glorious light is ...
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Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bloom born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold dark dear death deep delight dewy dream earth Ebenezer Elliott fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope John Clare lady Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid maiden Mary Lee merry heart mind mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetical poetry rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings woes writings young youth
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47 ページ - 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.
8 ページ - 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
276 ページ - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
127 ページ - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
11 ページ - 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.
6 ページ - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
4 ページ - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
109 ページ - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
8 ページ - 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.
127 ページ - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...