The Excursion: A PoemEdward Moxon, 1841 - 374 sidor |
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... seemed To haunt the bodily sense . He had received A precious gift ; for , as he grew in years , With these impressions would he still compare All his remembrances , thoughts , shapes , and forms ; And , being still unsatisfied with ...
... seemed To haunt the bodily sense . He had received A precious gift ; for , as he grew in years , With these impressions would he still compare All his remembrances , thoughts , shapes , and forms ; And , being still unsatisfied with ...
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... Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects , nor did he believe , he saw . - What wonder if his being thus became Sublime and comprehensive ! Low desires , Low thoughts had there no place ; yet was his heart Lowly ; for ...
... Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects , nor did he believe , he saw . - What wonder if his being thus became Sublime and comprehensive ! Low desires , Low thoughts had there no place ; yet was his heart Lowly ; for ...
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... seemed to me Self - taught , as of a dreamer in the woods ; Who to the model of his own pure heart Shaped his belief , as grace divine inspired , And human reason dictated with awe . -And surely never did there live on earth A man of ...
... seemed to me Self - taught , as of a dreamer in the woods ; Who to the model of his own pure heart Shaped his belief , as grace divine inspired , And human reason dictated with awe . -And surely never did there live on earth A man of ...
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... seemed to feel One sadness , they and I. For them a bond Of brotherhood is broken : time has been When , every day , the touch of human hand Dislodged the natural sleep that binds them up In mortal stillness ; and they ministered To ...
... seemed to feel One sadness , they and I. For them a bond Of brotherhood is broken : time has been When , every day , the touch of human hand Dislodged the natural sleep that binds them up In mortal stillness ; and they ministered To ...
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... seemed she loved him . She is dead , The light extinguished of her lonely hut , The hut itself abandoned to decay , And she forgotten in the quiet grave . I speak , " continued he , " of One whose stock Of virtues bloomed beneath this ...
... seemed she loved him . She is dead , The light extinguished of her lonely hut , The hut itself abandoned to decay , And she forgotten in the quiet grave . I speak , " continued he , " of One whose stock Of virtues bloomed beneath this ...
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age to age aught BASIL HALL beauty behold beneath breath bright calm CHARLES LAMB cheerful clouds cottage course dark dead death delight doth DOVER STREET dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality labour LEIGH HUNT less living lofty lonely look MDCCCXLI mind mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleasure praise pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Sida xiii - Beauty — a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour.
Sida xiii - I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of death, and win the vacant and the vain 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...
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 21 - She was a woman of a steady mind, Tender and deep in her excess of love, Not speaking much, pleased rather with the joy. Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed, as if to make A being, who, by adding love to peace, Might live on earth a life of happiness.
Sida 236 - Him who is a righteous Judge, — Why do not these prevail for human life, To keep two hearts together, that began Their springtime with one love, and that have need Of mutual pity and forgiveness sweet To grant, or be received; while that poor bird — O, come and hear him ! Thou who hast to me Been faithless, hear him ; —though a lowly creature. One of God's simple children that yet know not The Universal Parent, how he sings! As if he wished the firmament of heaven Should listen, and give back...
Sida xiv - Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities — may these sounds Have their authentic comment; that even these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn ! — Descend, prophetic Spirit ! that inspir'st The human Soul of universal earth, Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess A metropolitan temple in the hearts Of mighty Poets ; upon me bestow 840 A gift of genuine insight...
Sida 126 - Knowing the heart of man is set to be The centre of this world, about the which Those revolutions of disturbances Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate ; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress ; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is Man...
Sida 317 - tis not impossible to sit In awful sovereignty ; a place of power, A throne, that may be likened unto his, Who, in some placid day of summer, looks Down from a mountain-top, — say one of those High peaks, that bound the vale where now we are.
Sida 102 - Confusion infinite of heaven and earth, Dazzling the soul. Meanwhile, prophetic harps In every grove were ringing, ' War shall cease ; ' Did ye not hear that conquest is abjured ? ' Bring garlands, bring forth choicest flowers, to deck
Sida 242 - So, through the cloud of death, her Spirit passed Into that pure and unknown world of love Where injury cannot come : — and here is laid The mortal Body by her Infant's side.