The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... labour " is , indeed , prodigious . There is nothing like it we believe in the history of the 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 ...
... labour " is , indeed , prodigious . There is nothing like it we believe in the history of the 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 ...
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... labour , knitting there with lifted arms , Till she sunk with very weakness . Her old mother Omitted no kind office , working for her , Albeit her hardest labour barely earn'd Enough to keep life struggling , and prolong The pains of ...
... labour , knitting there with lifted arms , Till she sunk with very weakness . Her old mother Omitted no kind office , working for her , Albeit her hardest labour barely earn'd Enough to keep life struggling , and prolong The pains of ...
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... labour lived ; that he was one Whose uncorrupted heart could keenly feel A husband's love , -a father's anxiousness ; That , from the wages of his toil , he fed The distant dear ones , and would talk of them At midnight , when he trod ...
... labour lived ; that he was one Whose uncorrupted heart could keenly feel A husband's love , -a father's anxiousness ; That , from the wages of his toil , he fed The distant dear ones , and would talk of them At midnight , when he trod ...
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... labour , he was never known to read a bad book through ; but he has read again and again , and deeply studied all the master - pieces of the mind , original and translated ; and the master- pieces only a circumstance to which he ...
... labour , he was never known to read a bad book through ; but he has read again and again , and deeply studied all the master - pieces of the mind , original and translated ; and the master- pieces only a circumstance to which he ...
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... peasant's form The equal of the great . He bless'd the Steward , whose wealth makes The poor man's little more ; Yet loath'd the haughty wretch that takes A hand to do , a head to plan , From plunder'd labour's store . 70 ELLIOTT .
... peasant's form The equal of the great . He bless'd the Steward , whose wealth makes The poor man's little more ; Yet loath'd the haughty wretch that takes A hand to do , a head to plan , From plunder'd labour's store . 70 ELLIOTT .
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Стр. 34 - 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.
Стр. 7 - ... their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the Storm, Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 39 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 9 - 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.
Стр. 9 - The world is too much with us. 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.
Стр. 47 - Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Стр. 40 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Стр. 8 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 6 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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.
Стр. 6 - 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...