 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 страници
...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own...sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! BROOK ! whose society the Poet seeks, Intent his wasted... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 страници
...did sun more beautifully steep, In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt, a calm so deep. The river glideth at his own...sweet will ; Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep, • . And all that mighty heart is lying still." To take one other illustration; most persons have,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 страници
...did sun more beautifully steep, In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will ; Dear Heaven ! the very houses seem asleep : And all that mighty heart is lying still. WORDSWORTH. o 64.... | |
 | Charles Manby Smith - 1857 - 452 страници
...steep, In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep 1 The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still 1" Yes, the mighty heart of London is lying still ; the... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 страници
...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Ah me ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! WORDSWORTH.... | |
 | 1864 - 492 страници
...his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep! The river ghdeth at his own sweet will. Dear God! the very houses seem asleep, And all that mighty heart is lying still !" We now come to Wordsworth's "Ecclesiastical Sonnets," "wherein,"... | |
 | 1857 - 336 страници
...first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep. The river glidcth at his own sweet will; Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep, And all that mighty heart is lying still." To take one other illustration : most persons have, I imagine,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1858 - 516 страници
...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own...heart is lying still." Who could attempt to displace any word in that sonnet ? How thoroughly Saxon in etymology! How select the epithets ! How distinct... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 страници
...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock or bill : Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep. The river glideth at his own...sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep: And all that mighty heart is lying still! SONNET. LAMB. HESTER.— A REMEMBRANCE. WHEN maidens such... | |
 | WILLIAM WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 страници
...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own...sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! PELION and Ossa flourish side by side, Together in immortal... | |
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Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! 
