The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... rest . Be Thou her comforter Who art the widow's friend ! Man does not know What a cold sickness made her blood run back When first she heard the tidings of the fight : Man does not know with what a dreadful hope She listened to the ...
... rest . Be Thou her comforter Who art the widow's friend ! Man does not know What a cold sickness made her blood run back When first she heard the tidings of the fight : Man does not know with what a dreadful hope She listened to the ...
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... rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 " " 44 " 66 66 · And many a childing mother then , And new - born baby died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory ...
... rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 " " 44 " 66 66 · And many a childing mother then , And new - born baby died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory ...
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... rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the ...
... rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the ...
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... rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbed maiden , with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon ...
... rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbed maiden , with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon ...
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... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee ! Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child , Sleep , thy filmy - eyed , Murdered like a noon - tide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ...
... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee ! Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child , Sleep , thy filmy - eyed , Murdered like a noon - tide bee , Shall I nestle near thy side ...
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13 ページ - 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 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.
10 ページ - 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 ページ - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
7 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 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...
7 ページ - 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...