The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... rest his hopes of satisfying the Poets and the Public on the consciousness that , while he has laboured to avoid the semblance of presumption , he has expressed of the Poets and their productions exactly what he thought . If to have ...
... rest his hopes of satisfying the Poets and the Public on the consciousness that , while he has laboured to avoid the semblance of presumption , he has expressed of the Poets and their productions exactly what he thought . If to have ...
Sida 6
... the eternal deep , Haunted for ever by the eternal mind ; - Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! - On whom those truths do rest , Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; 6 WORDSWORTH .
... the eternal deep , Haunted for ever by the eternal mind ; - Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! - On whom those truths do rest , Which we are toiling all our lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; 6 WORDSWORTH .
Sida 7
... rest , With new - fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things , Fallings from us , vanishings ; Blank misgivings ...
... rest , With new - fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things , Fallings from us , vanishings ; Blank misgivings ...
Sida 15
... rests below ; When all is done , upon the tomb is seen , Not what he was , but what he should have been : But the poor dog , in life the firmest friend , The first to welcome , foremost to defend , Whose honest heart is still his ...
... rests below ; When all is done , upon the tomb is seen , Not what he was , but what he should have been : But the poor dog , in life the firmest friend , The first to welcome , foremost to defend , Whose honest heart is still his ...
Sida 26
... rest From labour , knitting there with lifted arms , Till she sunk with very weakness . Her old mother Omitted no kind office , working for her , Albeit her hardest labour barely earn'd Enough to keep life struggling , and prolong The ...
... rest From labour , knitting there with lifted arms , Till she sunk with very weakness . Her old mother Omitted no kind office , working for her , Albeit her hardest labour barely earn'd Enough to keep life struggling , and prolong The ...
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Sida 13 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Sida 49 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Sida 10 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Sida 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Sida 7 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Sida 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Sida 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Sida 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Sida 10 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Sida 7 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...