The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 - English poetry |
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... COLD BEAUTY . 40. THE SHIPWRECKED . 41. THE MERRY IMP 42. BUONAPARTE 43. THE WRECK . 44. WINDSOR . EVENING 45. THE GIPSIES ' TENT 46. VIGNETTE ARTISTS . G. Cattermole W. Harvey . W. Müller . G. Cattermole . R. Reinagle , R.A. C ...
... COLD BEAUTY . 40. THE SHIPWRECKED . 41. THE MERRY IMP 42. BUONAPARTE 43. THE WRECK . 44. WINDSOR . EVENING 45. THE GIPSIES ' TENT 46. VIGNETTE ARTISTS . G. Cattermole W. Harvey . W. Müller . G. Cattermole . R. Reinagle , R.A. C ...
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... PROCTER . The Fisherman . Ruth • 217 Ballad Song • Woman Stanzas 218 • ib . 219 To a Cold Beauty I Remember , I Remember . • Ode Ballad . HOOD . 255 256 257 . 257 258 261 DIBDIN . HOWITT I Sail'd from the Downs Tom Bowling CONTENTS .
... PROCTER . The Fisherman . Ruth • 217 Ballad Song • Woman Stanzas 218 • ib . 219 To a Cold Beauty I Remember , I Remember . • Ode Ballad . HOOD . 255 256 257 . 257 258 261 DIBDIN . HOWITT I Sail'd from the Downs Tom Bowling CONTENTS .
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... cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came : He dropped the hand he held , and with slow steps Retired , but not as bidding her adieu ...
... cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came : He dropped the hand he held , and with slow steps Retired , but not as bidding her adieu ...
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... cold reality too real ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was alone as heretofore ; The beings which surrounded him were gone , Or were at war with him ! he was a mark For blight and desolation , -compass'd round ...
... cold reality too real ! A change came o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was alone as heretofore ; The beings which surrounded him were gone , Or were at war with him ! he was a mark For blight and desolation , -compass'd round ...
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... cold , raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour through the opening cloud , And cheer the earth once more . The languid flower Lie odourless , bent down with heavy rain ; Earth asks thy presence , saturate with ...
... cold , raw mists that chill the comfortless day ; But shed thy splendour through the opening cloud , And cheer the earth once more . The languid flower Lie odourless , bent down with heavy rain ; Earth asks thy presence , saturate with ...
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Page 47 - 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 8 - 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Page 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Page 11 - Milton ! thou should'st 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 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Page 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Page 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 8 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...