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... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without pe- culiar emotion . By a law of our nature ...
... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without pe- culiar emotion . By a law of our nature ...
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... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
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... never Happiness bestow . That wealth , to which we were not born Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn . Behold yon flock which long had trod O'er the short grass of Devon's sod , To Lincoln's rank rich meads transferr'd , And in their fate ...
... never Happiness bestow . That wealth , to which we were not born Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn . Behold yon flock which long had trod O'er the short grass of Devon's sod , To Lincoln's rank rich meads transferr'd , And in their fate ...
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... never knocks in vain . Next Honor's sons come bustling on amain ; I laugh with pity at the idle train . Infirm of soul ! who think'st to lift thy name Upon the waxen wings of human fame , — Who for a sound , articulated breath- Gazest ...
... never knocks in vain . Next Honor's sons come bustling on amain ; I laugh with pity at the idle train . Infirm of soul ! who think'st to lift thy name Upon the waxen wings of human fame , — Who for a sound , articulated breath- Gazest ...
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... in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou hast never felt ! DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE . I. HEARD'ST thou yon universal 54 JUVENILE POEMS . Lines written at the King's Arms, Ross.
... in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou hast never felt ! DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE . I. HEARD'ST thou yon universal 54 JUVENILE POEMS . Lines written at the King's Arms, Ross.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid arms asplenium scolopendrium babe beneath blessed blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl Henry earth ELBINGERODE fair fancy fear feel flowers gale gazed gentle glad gleam groans hast hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hills holy hope hour hues immortal song Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti life's light limbs Maid meek melancholy methinks mind MONODY mossy mother murmur muse Myosotis Scorpioides ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Peace Pixies pleasure poem prayer rock round sigh silent silent hills sings Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit stars stept stream sunny sweet sweet sensations swelling tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves wild wind wing youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 148 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, she blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Seite 184 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Seite 269 - 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!
Seite 240 - To her may all things live, from pole to pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided from above, Dear Lady ! friend devoutest of my choice, Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
Seite 111 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Seite 176 - Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, " I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my...
Seite 216 - The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud — and hark, again ! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed ' so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness.
Seite 238 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Seite 145 - J3eside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear...
Seite 215 - ... and once, when he awoke In most distressful mood (some inward pain Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream) I hurried with him to our orchard-plot, And he beheld the moon, and, hushed at once, ^Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently, While his fair eyes, that swam with...