SonnetsJ.M. Dent, 1899 - 285 pages |
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... not therefore less divine : Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year ; And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . ing Ship WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship 16 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
... not therefore less divine : Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year ; And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . ing Ship WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship 16 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
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William Wordsworth. ing Ship WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go ? The depart- Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day , Festively she puts forth in trim array ; Is she for tropic suns , or polar snow ? What boots the inquiry ...
William Wordsworth. ing Ship WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go ? The depart- Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day , Festively she puts forth in trim array ; Is she for tropic suns , or polar snow ? What boots the inquiry ...
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... land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul - animating strains - alas , too few ! www A saunter How sweet it is , when mother Fancy ...
... land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The Thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul - animating strains - alas , too few ! www A saunter How sweet it is , when mother Fancy ...
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... land , To the From what huge height , descending ? Can such Torrent at force Of waters issue from a British source , Or hath not Pindus fed thee , where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out , with hand Desperate as thine ? Or ...
... land , To the From what huge height , descending ? Can such Torrent at force Of waters issue from a British source , Or hath not Pindus fed thee , where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out , with hand Desperate as thine ? Or ...
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... land where ghosts and phantoms be ; And , seeing this , own nothing in its stead . Couldst thou go back into far - distant years , Or share with me , fond thought ! that inward eye , Then , and then only , Painter ! could thy Art The ...
... land where ghosts and phantoms be ; And , seeing this , own nothing in its stead . Couldst thou go back into far - distant years , Or share with me , fond thought ! that inward eye , Then , and then only , Painter ! could thy Art The ...
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Page 67 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Page 67 - Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That...
Page 67 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 132 - ... triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea, Wafting your charge to soft...
Page 67 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 67 - The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more...
Page 65 - Country! — on the horizon's brink Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest, Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think, Shouldst be my Country's emblem; and shouldst wink, Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies.
Page 67 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die...
Page 13 - High is our calling, friend ! — Creative art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely muse, While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Page 12 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand...