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... day's sacrifice ; Knows that the source is nobler whence doth rise The current of this matin song ; That deeper far it lies Than aught dependent on the fickle skies . WORDSWORTH . II 12 THE SABBATH MORN . THE SABBATH MORN . OW 1.
... day's sacrifice ; Knows that the source is nobler whence doth rise The current of this matin song ; That deeper far it lies Than aught dependent on the fickle skies . WORDSWORTH . II 12 THE SABBATH MORN . THE SABBATH MORN . OW 1.
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... skies . With its bright , innumerous dyes . Waves of clouds , all rich and glowing , Each into the other flowing , Pierced by many a crimson streak , Like the blush on Beauty's cheek ; Here and there , dark purple tinges Peering through ...
... skies . With its bright , innumerous dyes . Waves of clouds , all rich and glowing , Each into the other flowing , Pierced by many a crimson streak , Like the blush on Beauty's cheek ; Here and there , dark purple tinges Peering through ...
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... skies . Though fair thy virgin - years might be , How far more fair thou art ; A mother's hopes have twined , for thee , A cestus of the heart , That flings a glow more rich and warm O'er every consecrated charm ! Sweet thoughts ...
... skies . Though fair thy virgin - years might be , How far more fair thou art ; A mother's hopes have twined , for thee , A cestus of the heart , That flings a glow more rich and warm O'er every consecrated charm ! Sweet thoughts ...
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... skies- ' Fore the waves of the great ocean , Like a trembling dell - wind , cries . And he yields his refted plunder , And he cowers beneath the tide ; And so , like a scourged oppressor , He disgorges all his pride ! Till then the ...
... skies- ' Fore the waves of the great ocean , Like a trembling dell - wind , cries . And he yields his refted plunder , And he cowers beneath the tide ; And so , like a scourged oppressor , He disgorges all his pride ! Till then the ...
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... skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from hence , ascending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain - heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks , And glitters on the broken rocks ! Below me , trees ...
... skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from hence , ascending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain - heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks , And glitters on the broken rocks ! Below me , trees ...
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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.