The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BayleySamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1846 |
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... Bird . An Invocation to Birds 223 224 . 225 Little Red Riding Hood 179 The First Grave , in the new BOWLES . Churchyard at Brompton . • 181 The Moon . . 183 St. Michael's Mount Venice ib . Chantrey's Sleeping Children 227 228 ...
... Bird . An Invocation to Birds 223 224 . 225 Little Red Riding Hood 179 The First Grave , in the new BOWLES . Churchyard at Brompton . • 181 The Moon . . 183 St. Michael's Mount Venice ib . Chantrey's Sleeping Children 227 228 ...
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... birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their ...
... birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their ...
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... birds ! sing , sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! 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 ...
... birds ! sing , sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! 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 ...
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... birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in ...
... birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in ...
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... Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And ...
... Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And ...
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Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bird born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Dibdin child Christ's Hospital clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze genius gentle glad grace grave green grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope hour human John Clare labour Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid Mary merry heart mind morning mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale passion poems Poet poetry rill Robert Southey rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow Sotheby soul sound spirit star sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas voice wander waves weary weep wild wind wings writings young youth
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Página 110 - 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.
Página 6 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Página 5 - 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.
Página 43 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Página 5 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy; But he beholds the light, and whence it flows — He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended: At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 83 - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,' That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 151 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, — And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast : And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Página 47 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Página 122 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 11 - 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.