The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the Knight , that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that ...
... wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the Knight , that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that ...
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... wild with tangling underwood , And the trim walks are broken up , and grass , Thin grass and king - cups grow within the paths . But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many Nightingales : and far and near In wood and thicket over ...
... wild with tangling underwood , And the trim walks are broken up , and grass , Thin grass and king - cups grow within the paths . But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many Nightingales : and far and near In wood and thicket over ...
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... sublimer spirit , who can feel That God is every where ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty family , Himself our Father , and the world our home . RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE . How warm this woodland wild recess 58 COLERIDGE .
... sublimer spirit , who can feel That God is every where ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty family , Himself our Father , and the world our home . RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE . How warm this woodland wild recess 58 COLERIDGE .
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Samuel Carter Hall. RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE . How warm this woodland wild recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here . And this sweet bed of heath , my dear ! Swells up , then sinks with fain caress , As if to have you yet more near ...
Samuel Carter Hall. RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE . How warm this woodland wild recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here . And this sweet bed of heath , my dear ! Swells up , then sinks with fain caress , As if to have you yet more near ...
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... Wild bramble of the brake ! So , put thou forth thy small white rose ; I love it for his sake . Though woodbines flaunt , and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers , Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin - threaded flowers ...
... Wild bramble of the brake ! So , put thou forth thy small white rose ; I love it for his sake . Though woodbines flaunt , and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers , Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin - threaded flowers ...
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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...