Poems of Places: England and Wales, Том 2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... Soul that sees ; the outward eyes Present the object , but the Mind descries . CRABBE . ENGLAND . VOL . II . vol.2 BOSTON : JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY , Late Ticknor & Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. 1876 . COPYRIGHT , 1876 . BY ...
... Soul that sees ; the outward eyes Present the object , but the Mind descries . CRABBE . ENGLAND . VOL . II . vol.2 BOSTON : JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY , Late Ticknor & Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. 1876 . COPYRIGHT , 1876 . BY ...
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... soul , Our best , our purest feelings to refine , Still shall the solemn diapasons roll Through that high fane ! still hues reflected shine From the tall windows on the sculptured shrine , Tingeing the pavement ! for He shall afford ...
... soul , Our best , our purest feelings to refine , Still shall the solemn diapasons roll Through that high fane ! still hues reflected shine From the tall windows on the sculptured shrine , Tingeing the pavement ! for He shall afford ...
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... music of thy charm serene ! Still , still unchanged , may one sweet region wear Smiles that subdue the soul to love and tears and prayer . Felicia Hemans . THE WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE . HE Rothay's stream is running near GRASMERE . 21.
... music of thy charm serene ! Still , still unchanged , may one sweet region wear Smiles that subdue the soul to love and tears and prayer . Felicia Hemans . THE WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE . HE Rothay's stream is running near GRASMERE . 21.
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... soul , SHUT The shocks that jar the music of the heart , The pleasures lasting only in the smart Of that regret which feigns a perfect whole Where naught was full ; the frequent rubs that wear Our loves away , and strip us for the fight ...
... soul , SHUT The shocks that jar the music of the heart , The pleasures lasting only in the smart Of that regret which feigns a perfect whole Where naught was full ; the frequent rubs that wear Our loves away , and strip us for the fight ...
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... thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy That lightly o'er thy features stole , From vows repaid ( my sweet employ ) , From truth , from innocence of soul ; While every word dropt on my ear So soft ( 26 POEMS OF PLACES .
... thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy That lightly o'er thy features stole , From vows repaid ( my sweet employ ) , From truth , from innocence of soul ; While every word dropt on my ear So soft ( 26 POEMS OF PLACES .
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ABBEY ancient arch behold bells beneath breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark days of yore dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gazed gleam gliding glory GRASMERE grave gray green HADDON HALL hall hand happy hath HATHERN hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST James Payn King light London lonely look Lord mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourned NETLEY ABBEY NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round Saint scene shade shine sight silent Sir Walter sleep smile solemn song soul sound spot stone stood stream street sweet thee thine Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice vulgar Boy walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
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