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... hope , chaste Eve , to soothe thy modest car , Like thy own solemn springs , Thy springs and dying gales : O nymph reserved ! while now the bright - haired Sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove ...
... hope , chaste Eve , to soothe thy modest car , Like thy own solemn springs , Thy springs and dying gales : O nymph reserved ! while now the bright - haired Sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove ...
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... track- Back to the half - forgotten bowers Where hope , in boyhood , gathered flowers . Young mother ! oh , how long they haunt The after - paths of time , 33 33 34 THE MOTHER AND CHILD . The mother's low yet The Mother and Child,
... track- Back to the half - forgotten bowers Where hope , in boyhood , gathered flowers . Young mother ! oh , how long they haunt The after - paths of time , 33 33 34 THE MOTHER AND CHILD . The mother's low yet The Mother and Child,
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... hope , and weep Where memory keeps the stone ! Till , soothed by voices from the tomb , And chastened by the church - yard gloom , The spirit comes abroad , to see That earth has , still , such forms as thee ! To find , amid the paths ...
... hope , and weep Where memory keeps the stone ! Till , soothed by voices from the tomb , And chastened by the church - yard gloom , The spirit comes abroad , to see That earth has , still , such forms as thee ! To find , amid the paths ...
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... hope , a freshening glee , Foreran the expected Power , Whose first - drawn breath , from bush and tree , Shakes off that pearly shower . All nature welcomes her , whose sway Tempers the year's extremes ; 38 ODE ON MAY MORNING . Who ...
... hope , a freshening glee , Foreran the expected Power , Whose first - drawn breath , from bush and tree , Shakes off that pearly shower . All nature welcomes her , whose sway Tempers the year's extremes ; 38 ODE ON MAY MORNING . Who ...
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... if glad , Partakes a livelier cheer ; And eyes that cannot but be sad Let fall a brightened tear . Since thy return , through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth , TO MAY . How many wan and faded cheeks Have To May,
... if glad , Partakes a livelier cheer ; And eyes that cannot but be sad Let fall a brightened tear . Since thy return , through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth , TO MAY . How many wan and faded cheeks Have To May,
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Annabel Lee art thou beauty beneath birds bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze BRIDAL BALLAD bright bright eyes bright land brow calm CASTLE CAMPBELL charm child clouds cold dark deep dewy distant doth dream earth echo Engraved fair fled flowers FOUNTAIN gaze gentle gleam glides glory green grove happy HAPPY VALLEY hath haunt hear heart heaven hour KIRKSTALL ABBEY kissed life's light lone look love is dead maiden Marian Lee MARY HOWITT moon morning mother murmuring night o'er once PET LAMB prayer purple Rhine rill river rock round ruined shadows SHELLEY shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spiritual music spring star stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne vale voice wander waters waves wild William Finden willow-tree wind wing woods WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 134 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 27 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above. Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 133 - 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. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 116 - 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...
Page 114 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 141 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 27 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 11 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 26 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
Page 140 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.