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... " I WATCH , AND LONG HAVE WATCHED , WITH CALM 66 99 REGRET MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD 99 ODE : INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLEC- TIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD • 271 I SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she xxviii CONTENTS .
... " I WATCH , AND LONG HAVE WATCHED , WITH CALM 66 99 REGRET MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD 99 ODE : INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLEC- TIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD • 271 I SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she xxviii CONTENTS .
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... behold A silver shield with boss of gold , That spreads itself , some faery bold In fight to cover ! I see thee glittering from afar- And then thou art a pretty star ; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee ! Yet like a star ...
... behold A silver shield with boss of gold , That spreads itself , some faery bold In fight to cover ! I see thee glittering from afar- And then thou art a pretty star ; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee ! Yet like a star ...
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... behold our lot ! O Man , that from thy fair and shining youth Age might but take the things Youth needed not ! XVI THIS Lawn , a carpet all alive With shadows flung from leaves - to strive In dance , amid a press Of sunshine , an apt ...
... behold our lot ! O Man , that from thy fair and shining youth Age might but take the things Youth needed not ! XVI THIS Lawn , a carpet all alive With shadows flung from leaves - to strive In dance , amid a press Of sunshine , an apt ...
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... Behold him perched in ecstacies , Yet seeming still to hover ; There ! where the flutter of his wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings , That cover him all over . My dazzled sight he oft deceives , A Brother ...
... Behold him perched in ecstacies , Yet seeming still to hover ; There ! where the flutter of his wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings , That cover him all over . My dazzled sight he oft deceives , A Brother ...
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... groves . Cloud - piercing peak , and trackless heath , Instinctive homage pay ; Nor wants the dim - lit cave a wreath To honour thee , sweet May ! D Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs Behold a smokeless WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 33.
... groves . Cloud - piercing peak , and trackless heath , Instinctive homage pay ; Nor wants the dim - lit cave a wreath To honour thee , sweet May ! D Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs Behold a smokeless WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 33.
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Page 1 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 52 - The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 3 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Page 177 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Page 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Page 268 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Page 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Page 28 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.