The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... pale . " She adds , that , " although slightly lame , the deformity of his foot is but little remarkable . " The biographies of Lord Byron are almost as numerous as his Works . The wonder- ful genius of the Poet procured for him an ...
... pale . " She adds , that , " although slightly lame , the deformity of his foot is but little remarkable . " The biographies of Lord Byron are almost as numerous as his Works . The wonder- ful genius of the Poet procured for him an ...
第18页
... pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate him down , and seized a pen , and traced Words which I could not guess of ; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands , and shook as ' twere With a convulsion , -then arose again , And , with ...
... pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate him down , and seized a pen , and traced Words which I could not guess of ; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands , and shook as ' twere With a convulsion , -then arose again , And , with ...
第31页
... And in the dread of death to think of her , Who , as she listens , sleepless , to the gale , Puts up a silent prayer and waxes pale ? O God ! have mercy on the mariner ! THOMAS MOORE was born in Dublin , on the 28th SOUTHEY . 31 Sonnet.
... And in the dread of death to think of her , Who , as she listens , sleepless , to the gale , Puts up a silent prayer and waxes pale ? O God ! have mercy on the mariner ! THOMAS MOORE was born in Dublin , on the 28th SOUTHEY . 31 Sonnet.
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... pale decay Would steal before the steps of time , And waste its bloom away , Mary ! Yet still thy features wore that light Which fleets not with the breath ; And life ne'er look'd more truly bright Than in thy smile of death , Mary ! As ...
... pale decay Would steal before the steps of time , And waste its bloom away , Mary ! Yet still thy features wore that light Which fleets not with the breath ; And life ne'er look'd more truly bright Than in thy smile of death , Mary ! As ...
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... pale looks of her I love ; Or if , at times , a light be there , Its beam is kindled from above . I chose not her , my soul's elect , From those who seek their Maker's shrine In gems and garlands proudly deck'd , As if themselves were ...
... pale looks of her I love ; Or if , at times , a light be there , Its beam is kindled from above . I chose not her , my soul's elect , From those who seek their Maker's shrine In gems and garlands proudly deck'd , As if themselves were ...
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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...