The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 - English poetry |
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... died before judgment had arrived to the aid of genius : it is impossible to doubt that a mind so naturally generous would have atoned for many of the errors he had assisted to propagate , if he had lived to be con vinced of them . He ...
... died before judgment had arrived to the aid of genius : it is impossible to doubt that a mind so naturally generous would have atoned for many of the errors he had assisted to propagate , if he had lived to be con vinced of them . He ...
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... died on the 25th of July , 1834 . The friends who knew him best , and under the shelter of whose roof - tree the later and the happier years of his chequered life were passed , have recorded their opinion of his character on the tablet ...
... died on the 25th of July , 1834 . The friends who knew him best , and under the shelter of whose roof - tree the later and the happier years of his chequered life were passed , have recorded their opinion of his character on the tablet ...
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... dying man he lay ; His dying words - But when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My falt'ring voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve , The ...
... dying man he lay ; His dying words - But when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My falt'ring voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve , The ...
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... from thee , Could smite us into nought ! But shouldst thou wreck our father - land , And mix it with the deep , Safe in the hollow of thine hand Thy little ones would sleep . THE DYING BOY TO THE SLOE BLOSSOM . BEFORE thy K 2 ELLIOTT . 67.
... from thee , Could smite us into nought ! But shouldst thou wreck our father - land , And mix it with the deep , Safe in the hollow of thine hand Thy little ones would sleep . THE DYING BOY TO THE SLOE BLOSSOM . BEFORE thy K 2 ELLIOTT . 67.
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Samuel Carter Hall. THE DYING BOY TO THE SLOE BLOSSOM . BEFORE thy leaves thou com'st once more , White blossom of the sloe ! Thy leaves will come as heretofore ; But this poor heart , its troubles o'er , Will then lie low . A month at ...
Samuel Carter Hall. THE DYING BOY TO THE SLOE BLOSSOM . BEFORE thy leaves thou com'st once more , White blossom of the sloe ! Thy leaves will come as heretofore ; But this poor heart , its troubles o'er , Will then lie low . A month at ...
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Page 13 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 49 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 10 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 7 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 10 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 7 - 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...