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... round to listen . " I count that and the " Ode on Immortality " as the best . Wordsworth has a religious value for his thoughts ; but his inspirations are casual and insufficient , and he persists in writing after they are gone . No ...
... round to listen . " I count that and the " Ode on Immortality " as the best . Wordsworth has a religious value for his thoughts ; but his inspirations are casual and insufficient , and he persists in writing after they are gone . No ...
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... round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers ...
... round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers ...
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... round , And the jocund rebecs sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday , Till the livelong daylight fail . Then to the spicy nut - brown ale ...
... round , And the jocund rebecs sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday , Till the livelong daylight fail . Then to the spicy nut - brown ale ...
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... round us , with that rich de- lightful air , Draping high altars in cerulean space , Could thus enchant the being that we are ! Those altars , where the airy element Flows o'er in new perfection , and re- veals Its constant lapsing ...
... round us , with that rich de- lightful air , Draping high altars in cerulean space , Could thus enchant the being that we are ! Those altars , where the airy element Flows o'er in new perfection , and re- veals Its constant lapsing ...
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... round , Now at the clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries pro- found Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water , and as good as bread . And next the Deacon ...
... round , Now at the clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries pro- found Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water , and as good as bread . And next the Deacon ...
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Sida 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Sida 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! 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.
Sida 273 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Sida 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Sida 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Sida 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
Sida 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Sida 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Sida 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Sida 171 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...