The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 sidor |
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... looked around , and there , Where two tall hedge - rows of thick alder boughs Joined in a cold damp nook , espied a well Shrouded with willow - flowers and plumy fern . My thirst I slaked , and , from the cheerless c 2 THE WANDERER . 19.
... looked around , and there , Where two tall hedge - rows of thick alder boughs Joined in a cold damp nook , espied a well Shrouded with willow - flowers and plumy fern . My thirst I slaked , and , from the cheerless c 2 THE WANDERER . 19.
Sida 22
... flower were lost In the dark hedges . So their days were spent In peace and comfort ; and a pretty boy Was their best hope , next to the God in heaven . Not twenty years ago , but you I think Can scarcely bear it now in mind , there ...
... flower were lost In the dark hedges . So their days were spent In peace and comfort ; and a pretty boy Was their best hope , next to the God in heaven . Not twenty years ago , but you I think Can scarcely bear it now in mind , there ...
Sida 29
... flowers and thrift Had broken their trim border - lines , and straggled O'er paths they used to deck : carnations , once Prized for surpassing beauty , and no less For the peculiar pains they had required , Declined their languid heads ...
... flowers and thrift Had broken their trim border - lines , and straggled O'er paths they used to deck : carnations , once Prized for surpassing beauty , and no less For the peculiar pains they had required , Declined their languid heads ...
Sida 32
... flower Peeped forth , to give an earnest of the Spring . I found her sad and drooping : she had learned No tidings of her husband ; if he lived , She knew not that he lived ; if he were dead , She knew not he was dead . She seemed the ...
... flower Peeped forth , to give an earnest of the Spring . I found her sad and drooping : she had learned No tidings of her husband ; if he lived , She knew not that he lived ; if he were dead , She knew not he was dead . She seemed the ...
Sida 33
... flowers , It seemed the better part were gnawed away Or trampled into earth ; a chain of straw , Which had been twined about the slender stem Of a young apple - tree , lay at its root ; The bark was nibbled round by truant sheep ...
... flowers , It seemed the better part were gnawed away Or trampled into earth ; a chain of straw , Which had been twined about the slender stem Of a young apple - tree , lay at its root ; The bark was nibbled round by truant sheep ...
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Sida xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Sida 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Sida 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Sida 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Sida 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Sida xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Sida xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Sida 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Sida 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Sida 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...