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... thoughts will do , In bringing you hate or love ; For thoughts are things , and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves . They follow the law of the universe- Each thing must create its kind ; And they speed o'er the track to ...
... thoughts will do , In bringing you hate or love ; For thoughts are things , and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves . They follow the law of the universe- Each thing must create its kind ; And they speed o'er the track to ...
Sida 7
... thought What wealth the show to me had brought . For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
... thought What wealth the show to me had brought . For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
Sida 8
... thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on thee - and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at Heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I ...
... thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on thee - and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at Heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I ...
Sida 11
While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build me more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the ...
While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build me more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the ...
Sida 18
... thought of holy love Is stirr'd in hearts they love below , Though some fine waves of ambient air , They feel , they see it , and they know . As rays unseen - abysmal light- Are caught by films of silver salt When these are set to watch ...
... thought of holy love Is stirr'd in hearts they love below , Though some fine waves of ambient air , They feel , they see it , and they know . As rays unseen - abysmal light- Are caught by films of silver salt When these are set to watch ...
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beauty bloom bonnie bonnie Doon bosom breast bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Cleon comes daffodils dark dead dream dwell E. B. Browning Eternal eyes fate feel fold glory glow golden grave Hast hath iron-bound bucket keep that heart kiss land life's light word lips live Longfellow Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love thee love's sake luve moss-covered bucket Nearer never night nightingale Sings o'er old oaken bucket Oliver Wendell Holmes place like Home pleasant pleasure raining rain rosy vale shade shine silent Sings his song smile song of woe soon soul star sublime sweet Home tears tender Thee I sing thee my steps There's no place thine things thither Thomas Gray thou thought thy brow thy heart To-day tree Triton Twas unto voice-'twas the voice waves weary white rose wind WOODMAN wreathed КК
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Sida 35 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Sida 49 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sida 11 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE OlfOGDMAN, sPare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Sida 30 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Sida 37 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 11 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Sida 50 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Sida 27 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude, where are the charms, That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Sida 7 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Sida 13 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam. Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...