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... Calm is all nature as a resting wheel " " Earth has not anything to show more fair " " Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side ' " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition .. " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con ...
... Calm is all nature as a resting wheel " " Earth has not anything to show more fair " " Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side ' " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition .. " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con ...
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... calm of summer nights , When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went In solitude , such intercourse was mine : " Twas mine among the fields both day and night , And by the waters all the summer ...
... calm of summer nights , When , by the margin of the trembling lake , Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went In solitude , such intercourse was mine : " Twas mine among the fields both day and night , And by the waters all the summer ...
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... Tasso . - In this description of the cock , I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in " L'Agriculture , ou Les Géorgiques Francaises , " of M. Rossuet . ' Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire JUVENILE PIECES . 25 25.
... Tasso . - In this description of the cock , I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in " L'Agriculture , ou Les Géorgiques Francaises , " of M. Rossuet . ' Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire JUVENILE PIECES . 25 25.
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William Wordsworth. ' Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire , With towers and woods , a " prospect all on fire ; ' The coves and secret hollows , through a ray Of fainter gold , a purple gleam betray . The gilded turf ...
William Wordsworth. ' Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire , With towers and woods , a " prospect all on fire ; ' The coves and secret hollows , through a ray Of fainter gold , a purple gleam betray . The gilded turf ...
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William Wordsworth. Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar , Heard by calm lakes , as peeps the folding star , Where the duck dabbles ' mid the rustling sedgo , And feeding pike starts from the water's edge , Or the swan stirs the ...
William Wordsworth. Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar , Heard by calm lakes , as peeps the folding star , Where the duck dabbles ' mid the rustling sedgo , And feeding pike starts from the water's edge , Or the swan stirs the ...
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Page 268 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Page 160 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 8 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 56 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 266 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 119 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 160 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Page 120 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 131 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 160 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.