The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which ...
... 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which ...
第12页
... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the ...
... bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the ...
第22页
... bright eyes : his voice is musical , full of gentle- ness and persuasion , and his smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curl- ing and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of ...
... bright eyes : his voice is musical , full of gentle- ness and persuasion , and his smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curl- ing and glossy black , curls still , but is white as snow ; and his step has lost some of ...
第32页
... bright little world of his own " - we must not mistake the dazzling and brilliant light which surrounds him , for the animating and invigorating sun . His poetry is exquisitely finished : we never encounter a line or even a word that ...
... bright little world of his own " - we must not mistake the dazzling and brilliant light which surrounds him , for the animating and invigorating sun . His poetry is exquisitely finished : we never encounter a line or even a word that ...
第33页
... bright and fair , And saw that no unhallow'd line , Or thought profane , should enter there . And sweetly did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ...
... bright and fair , And saw that no unhallow'd line , Or thought profane , should enter there . And sweetly did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ...
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第120页 - 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.
第40页 - 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.
第255页 - 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...
第9页 - 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.
第6页 - 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.
第47页 - 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.
第6页 - 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.
第120页 - 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.
第149页 - 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.
第5页 - 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...