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... moved in his chamber , he asked , " Is that Dora ? " as if awaking from sleep . On the 23d he calmly expired , while the clock was striking twelve at noon . On the 27th he was buried at Grasmere , beside his children's remains ...
... moved in his chamber , he asked , " Is that Dora ? " as if awaking from sleep . On the 23d he calmly expired , while the clock was striking twelve at noon . On the 27th he was buried at Grasmere , beside his children's remains ...
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... moved their laugh . ter . The poet could laugh too , and used to show his hearty appreciation of fun by outbursts of " genuine grunting laughter . " Good deeds of all sorts were his delight , and pleasant sights his pleasure . He has ...
... moved their laugh . ter . The poet could laugh too , and used to show his hearty appreciation of fun by outbursts of " genuine grunting laughter . " Good deeds of all sorts were his delight , and pleasant sights his pleasure . He has ...
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... moved ! Forgive me , sir : before I spoke to you , I judged you most unkindly . LEONARD . But this youth , PRIEST . How did he die at last ? One sweet May morning ( It will be twelve years since when spring returns ) He had gone forth ...
... moved ! Forgive me , sir : before I spoke to you , I judged you most unkindly . LEONARD . But this youth , PRIEST . How did he die at last ? One sweet May morning ( It will be twelve years since when spring returns ) He had gone forth ...
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... moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof , At once the bright moon dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head ! - " O mercy ! " to myself I cried , " If Lucy ...
... moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof , At once the bright moon dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head ! - " O mercy ! " to myself I cried , " If Lucy ...
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... moved his legs , Oh ! then for thee , poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , - He's idle all , for very joy . And while the pony moves his legs , In Johnie's left hand you may see The ...
... moved his legs , Oh ! then for thee , poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , - He's idle all , for very joy . And while the pony moves his legs , In Johnie's left hand you may see The ...
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Sida 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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.
Sida 144 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Sida 139 - 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.
Sida 210 - L'OUVERTURE. TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common...
Sida 211 - Two voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him; but hast vainly striven. Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For...
Sida 279 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...
Sida 169 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Sida 279 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Sida 133 - To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 280 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.