The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... 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 of a creature Moving about ...
... 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 of a creature Moving about ...
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... Hope lengthens as she counts the hours Before his wish'd return . From hard controul and tyrant rules , The unfeeling discipline of schools , In thought he loves to roam , And tears will struggle in his eye While he remembers with a ...
... Hope lengthens as she counts the hours Before his wish'd return . From hard controul and tyrant rules , The unfeeling discipline of schools , In thought he loves to roam , And tears will struggle in his eye While he remembers with a ...
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... hope She listened to the names of those who died : Man does not know , —or , knowing , will not heed , — With what an agony of tenderness She gazed upon her children , and beheld His image who was gone . O God ! be Thou , Who art the ...
... hope She listened to the names of those who died : Man does not know , —or , knowing , will not heed , — With what an agony of tenderness She gazed upon her children , and beheld His image who was gone . O God ! be Thou , Who art the ...
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... 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.
... 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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Samuel Carter Hall. Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd from Grief , And Jealousy would , now and ...
Samuel Carter Hall. Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had dropp'd from Grief , And Jealousy would , now and ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...