The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow - worm lamp , It cheered mild Spenser , called from faery - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The ...
... leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow - worm lamp , It cheered mild Spenser , called from faery - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The ...
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... leaves . The Poems of Byron will live , as he had a right to anticipate they would , " with his land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , his prodigious skill in versification ...
... leaves . The Poems of Byron will live , as he had a right to anticipate they would , " with his land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , his prodigious skill in versification ...
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... loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Composed upon Westminster- Written in an Album.
... loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Composed upon Westminster- Written in an Album.
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... leaf , Which Love had still to smooth again ! But , oh , there was a blooming boy , Who often turn'd the pages o'er , And wrote therein such words of joy , As all who read still sigh'd for more ! And Pleasure was this spirit's name ...
... leaf , Which Love had still to smooth again ! But , oh , there was a blooming boy , Who often turn'd the pages o'er , And wrote therein such words of joy , As all who read still sigh'd for more ! And Pleasure was this spirit's name ...
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... leaf a treasure ! And oft , they say , she scans it o'er , And oft , by this memorial aided , Brings back the pages , now no more , And thinks of lines that long have faded ! I know not if this tale be true , But thus the simple facts ...
... leaf a treasure ! And oft , they say , she scans it o'er , And oft , by this memorial aided , Brings back the pages , now no more , And thinks of lines that long have faded ! I know not if this tale be true , But thus the simple facts ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...