The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 sidor |
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Sida xii
... mortal state . -To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself— I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and ...
... mortal state . -To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself— I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and ...
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... , the touch of human hand Dislodged the natural sleep that binds them up In mortal stillness ; and they ministered To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless 20 THE WANDERER .
... , the touch of human hand Dislodged the natural sleep that binds them up In mortal stillness ; and they ministered To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless 20 THE WANDERER .
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... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
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... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods , Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods , Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
Sida 54
... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice , Or several ...
... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice , Or several ...
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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...