Text-book of Poetry: From Wordsworth, Coleridge, Burns, Beattie, Goldsmith, and Thomson. With Sketches of the Authors' Lives, Notes, and Glossaries. For Use in Schools and Classes |
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Page 79
... hath bestow'd on thee a safer good ; Unwearied joy , and life without its cares . COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE , SEPT . 3 , 1802 . EARTH has not any thing to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so ...
... hath bestow'd on thee a safer good ; Unwearied joy , and life without its cares . COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE , SEPT . 3 , 1802 . EARTH has not any thing to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so ...
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... hath put his heart to school , Nor dares to move unpropp'd upon the staff Which Art hath lodged within his hand , — must laugh By precept only , and shed tears by rule . " Thy Art be Nature ; the live current quaff , And let the ...
... hath put his heart to school , Nor dares to move unpropp'd upon the staff Which Art hath lodged within his hand , — must laugh By precept only , and shed tears by rule . " Thy Art be Nature ; the live current quaff , And let the ...
Page 90
... hath left his lingering Ghost , Perplex'd as if between a splendour lost And splendour slowly mustering . Since the Sun , The absolute , the world - absorbing One , Relinquish'd half his empire to the host Embolden'd by thy guidance ...
... hath left his lingering Ghost , Perplex'd as if between a splendour lost And splendour slowly mustering . Since the Sun , The absolute , the world - absorbing One , Relinquish'd half his empire to the host Embolden'd by thy guidance ...
Page 91
... hath crost . Memory , like sleep , hath powers which dreams obey , Dreams , vivid dreams , that are not fugitive : How little that she cherishes is lost ! 66 REST AND BE THANKFUL . " ( At the head of Glencroe . ) DOUBLING and doubling ...
... hath crost . Memory , like sleep , hath powers which dreams obey , Dreams , vivid dreams , that are not fugitive : How little that she cherishes is lost ! 66 REST AND BE THANKFUL . " ( At the head of Glencroe . ) DOUBLING and doubling ...
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... hath she perceived ? - O joy ! What doth she look on ? - - whom doth she behold ? Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His vital presence ? his corporeal mould ? It is , if sense deceive her not , — ' tis He ! - And a God leads him ...
... hath she perceived ? - O joy ! What doth she look on ? - - whom doth she behold ? Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His vital presence ? his corporeal mould ? It is , if sense deceive her not , — ' tis He ! - And a God leads him ...
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Page 93 - 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 : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 245 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Page 161 - No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Page 522 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 135 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company...
Page 79 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Page 94 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress 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...
Page 250 - Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; 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 246 - 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 129 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.