The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... 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 having been , must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human ...
... 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 having been , must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human ...
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... hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves ... hour ; England hath need of thee ; she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar , sword , and pen , Fireside , the heroic ...
... hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves ... hour ; England hath need of thee ; she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar , sword , and pen , Fireside , the heroic ...
第14页
... Hours of Idleness : " they were attacked with considerable bitterness in the " Edinburgh Review , " and his memorable " Satire " followed . His various " Works " succeeded with wonderful rapidity . In 1815 , he married the daughter of ...
... Hours of Idleness : " they were attacked with considerable bitterness in the " Edinburgh Review , " and his memorable " Satire " followed . His various " Works " succeeded with wonderful rapidity . In 1815 , he married the daughter of ...
第15页
... he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven . Stacks Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A DOG . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM .
... he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven . Stacks Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A DOG . WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM .
第16页
Samuel Carter Hall. Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debas'd by slavery , or corrupt by power , Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of ... hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing 16 BYRON .
Samuel Carter Hall. Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debas'd by slavery , or corrupt by power , Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of ... hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing 16 BYRON .
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第13页 - 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.
第49页 - 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.
第10页 - 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.
第12页 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
第7页 - 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.
第31页 - 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.
第125页 - 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?
第125页 - 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...
第10页 - 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...
第7页 - 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...