British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - 458 |
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... knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply : " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel , where'er they be , Against or with our will . " Nor less I deem that ...
... knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply : " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel , where'er they be , Against or with our will . " Nor less I deem that ...
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... knew him well , ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! -- many a time , At evening , when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills , Rising or setting , would he stand alone , Beneath the trees , or by the glimmering ...
... knew him well , ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! -- many a time , At evening , when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills , Rising or setting , would he stand alone , Beneath the trees , or by the glimmering ...
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... knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 66 To - night will be a ...
... knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 66 To - night will be a ...
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... knew thy face . - Heaven bless thee , Boy ! Thy heart these two weeks has been beating fast With many hopes ; it should be so - yes- yes- I knew that thou could'st never have a wish To leave me , Luke : thou hast been bound to me Only ...
... knew thy face . - Heaven bless thee , Boy ! Thy heart these two weeks has been beating fast With many hopes ; it should be so - yes- yes- I knew that thou could'st never have a wish To leave me , Luke : thou hast been bound to me Only ...
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... knew not , nor could name . I heard the skylark warbling in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all ...
... knew not , nor could name . I heard the skylark warbling in the sky ; And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all ...
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Strona 41 - 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.
Strona 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Strona 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Strona 410 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Strona 33 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Strona 141 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 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.
Strona 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Strona 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Strona 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.