The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Strana 33
... fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F 2 Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft ,. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Written in an Album.
... fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! F 2 Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft ,. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO . Written in an Album.
Strana 34
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
Strana 44
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain ...
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For after the rain ...
Strana 53
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
Strana 55
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
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Strana 120 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Strana 40 - 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. 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 thunder.
Strana 255 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Strana 9 - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Strana 6 - The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Strana 47 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strana 6 - Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Strana 120 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Strana 149 - 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.
Strana 5 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged 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 in worlds not realized...