The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... Dying Boy to the Sloe Blos- 66 65 KEATS . Madeline ; from " Isabella . " 121 Ode to a Nightingale 122 . som 68 Ode on a Grecian Urn . A Poet's Epitaph . 124 70 Sonnets . 125 To the Bramble Flower 71 Stanzas . 126 To Autumn 127 LAMB ...
... Dying Boy to the Sloe Blos- 66 65 KEATS . Madeline ; from " Isabella . " 121 Ode to a Nightingale 122 . som 68 Ode on a Grecian Urn . A Poet's Epitaph . 124 70 Sonnets . 125 To the Bramble Flower 71 Stanzas . 126 To Autumn 127 LAMB ...
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... died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT THE SONNET . SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honours ...
... died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be ! SONNETS . SCORN NOT THE SONNET . SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honours ...
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... died at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824 . Lord Byron was , thus , a young man when he died . Personal descriptions of the Poet are abundant . In 1823 , Lady Blessington was intimately acquainted with him , at Genoa . According ...
... died at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824 . Lord Byron was , thus , a young man when he died . Personal descriptions of the Poet are abundant . In 1823 , Lady Blessington was intimately acquainted with him , at Genoa . According ...
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... died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I read his name , - " Twas in the list of slaughter , and blest God The sound was not familiar to mine ear . But it was ...
... died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I read his name , - " Twas in the list of slaughter , and blest God The sound was not familiar to mine ear . But it was ...
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... died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . They say it was a shocking sight 66 After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here " Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that , you know , must be ...
... died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . They say it was a shocking sight 66 After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here " Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that , you know , must be ...
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Страница 13 - 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.
Страница 49 - 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.
Страница 10 - 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.
Страница 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Страница 7 - 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.
Страница 31 - 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.
Страница 125 - 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?
Страница 125 - 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...
Страница 10 - 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...
Страница 7 - 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...