The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... tell , When wrung from guilt's expiring eye , Are in that word - Farewell ! Farewell ! These lips are mute , these eyes are dry ; But in my breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep ...
... tell , When wrung from guilt's expiring eye , Are in that word - Farewell ! Farewell ! These lips are mute , these eyes are dry ; But in my breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep ...
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... tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; While little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , " And what they kill'd each other for . " " It was the English , " Kaspar ...
... tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; While little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , " And what they kill'd each other for . " " It was the English , " Kaspar ...
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... tell , " said he , But ' twas a famous victory . " TO A BEE . THOU wert out betimes , thou busy , busy Bee ! As abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up and left her trace On the meadow , with ...
... tell , " said he , But ' twas a famous victory . " TO A BEE . THOU wert out betimes , thou busy , busy Bee ! As abroad I took my early way , Before the cow from her resting - place Had risen up and left her trace On the meadow , with ...
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... tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; - Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome ...
... tell me of glories , serenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; - Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome ...
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... tell of saddest thought . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride , and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear , I know not how thy joy we ever should come near . Better than all measures Of delightful sound , Better than all ...
... tell of saddest thought . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride , and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear , I know not how thy joy we ever should come near . Better than all measures Of delightful sound , Better than all ...
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Seite 13 - 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.
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 10 - 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.
Seite 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Seite 7 - 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.
Seite 31 - 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.
Seite 125 - 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?
Seite 125 - 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...
Seite 10 - 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...
Seite 7 - 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...