The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 страници |
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... stream . He rose , And ere our lively greeting into peace Had settled , " " Tis , " said I , " a burning day : My lips are parched with thirst , but you , it seems , Have somewhere found relief . " He , at the word , Pointing towards a ...
... stream . He rose , And ere our lively greeting into peace Had settled , " " Tis , " said I , " a burning day : My lips are parched with thirst , but you , it seems , Have somewhere found relief . " He , at the word , Pointing towards a ...
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... streams to mourn , And senseless rocks ; nor idly ; for they speak , In these their invocations , with a voice Obedient to the strong creative power Of human passion . Sympathies there are More tranquil , yet perhaps of kindred birth ...
... streams to mourn , And senseless rocks ; nor idly ; for they speak , In these their invocations , with a voice Obedient to the strong creative power Of human passion . Sympathies there are More tranquil , yet perhaps of kindred birth ...
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... fish that glances in the stream , And harmless reptile coiling in the sun , And gorgeous insect hovering in the air , The fowl domestic , and the household dog― ln his capacious mind , he loved them all : 42 THE SOLITARY .
... fish that glances in the stream , And harmless reptile coiling in the sun , And gorgeous insect hovering in the air , The fowl domestic , and the household dog― ln his capacious mind , he loved them all : 42 THE SOLITARY .
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... stream . Nor lacked , for more delight on that warm day , Our table , small parade of garden fruits , And whortle - berries from the mountain side . The Child , who long ere this had stilled his sobs , Was now a help to his late ...
... stream . Nor lacked , for more delight on that warm day , Our table , small parade of garden fruits , And whortle - berries from the mountain side . The Child , who long ere this had stilled his sobs , Was now a help to his late ...
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... stream and headlong flood that seldom fails ; And , in the grim and breathless hour of noon , Methinks that I have heard them echo back The thunder's greeting . Nor have nature's laws Left them ungifted with a power to yield Music of ...
... stream and headlong flood that seldom fails ; And , in the grim and breathless hour of noon , Methinks that I have heard them echo back The thunder's greeting . Nor have nature's laws Left them ungifted with a power to yield Music of ...
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Страница xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Страница 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Страница 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Страница 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Страница 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Страница xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Страница xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Страница 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Страница 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Страница 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...