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... Fair Prime of life ! I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 280 281 282 285 - 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 · 291 292 293 294 295 296 - 297 - 298 299 Retirement To the Memory of Raisley Calvert MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . vi CONTENTS .
... Fair Prime of life ! I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 280 281 282 285 - 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 · 291 292 293 294 295 296 - 297 - 298 299 Retirement To the Memory of Raisley Calvert MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . vi CONTENTS .
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... fair Spot her flowers may bind , Nor e'er , with ruffled fancy , grieve , From the next glance she casts , to find That love for little Things by Fate Is rendered vain as love for great . Yet , where the guardian Fence is wound , So ...
... fair Spot her flowers may bind , Nor e'er , with ruffled fancy , grieve , From the next glance she casts , to find That love for little Things by Fate Is rendered vain as love for great . Yet , where the guardian Fence is wound , So ...
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... fair as many are In heaven above thee ! - ; Yet like a star , with glittering crest , Self - poised in air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 ...
... fair as many are In heaven above thee ! - ; Yet like a star , with glittering crest , Self - poised in air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 ...
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... fair household , Father Knight , Methinks you take small heed ! Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Away the seven fair Campbells fly , And , over 18 THE SEVEN SISTERS .
... fair household , Father Knight , Methinks you take small heed ! Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Away the seven fair Campbells fly , And , over 18 THE SEVEN SISTERS .
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... fair and kind ! " Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Some close behind , some side by side , Like clouds in stormy weather , They run , and cry , " Nay let us die , And let us die together . " A Lake was ...
... fair and kind ! " Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Some close behind , some side by side , Like clouds in stormy weather , They run , and cry , " Nay let us die , And let us die together . " A Lake was ...
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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Sida 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Sida 181 - Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Sida 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Sida 294 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Sida 128 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Sida 289 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Sida 125 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Sida 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Sida 256 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Sida 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...