The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... human hopes , -nothing deeper than the human heart ; " and while he worships nature , he so paints her aspect to others , that he may succeed in " linking to her fair works the human soul . " His poems are full of beau- ties peculiarly ...
... human hopes , -nothing deeper than the human heart ; " and while he worships nature , he so paints her aspect to others , that he may succeed in " linking to her fair works the human soul . " His poems are full of beau- ties peculiarly ...
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... human life , 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 ...
... human life , 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 ...
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... human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death , - In years that bring the philosophic mind . And O , ye fountains , meadows , hills , and groves , Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your ...
... human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death , - In years that bring the philosophic mind . And O , ye fountains , meadows , hills , and groves , Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your ...
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... human kind ; and out of this feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society , that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the ...
... human kind ; and out of this feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society , that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the ...
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... human mind . His character is as unspotted as that of any public man - living or dead . The world is aware that he has had some enemies : no one ever deserved them less . His friends are numerous , devoted , and firm . No one ever ...
... human mind . His character is as unspotted as that of any public man - living or dead . The world is aware that he has had some enemies : no one ever deserved them less . His friends are numerous , devoted , and firm . No one ever ...
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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...