Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 Seiten |
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... Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " WORDSWORTH . SONNET . ADIEU , Rydalian laurels ! that 14 WORDSWORTH .
... Thou art even as one Who , by some secret gift of soul , or eye , In every spot beneath the smiling sun Sees where the springs of living waters lie . " WORDSWORTH . SONNET . ADIEU , Rydalian laurels ! that 14 WORDSWORTH .
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... Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts , thou happy Shepherd - boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other made ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your ...
... Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts , thou happy Shepherd - boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other made ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your ...
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... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher , who yet dost keep Thy heritage , thou eye among the blind , That , deaf and silent , read'st the eternal deep , Haunted for ever by the eternal m ...
... Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher , who yet dost keep Thy heritage , thou eye among the blind , That , deaf and silent , read'st the eternal deep , Haunted for ever by the eternal m ...
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... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea ; Pure as the naked heavens - majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . COMPOSED UPON ...
... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea ; Pure as the naked heavens - majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . COMPOSED UPON ...
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... thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To ...
... thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To ...
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Seite 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! 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 splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Seite 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Seite 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Seite 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Seite 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Seite 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.