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... behold , - Exulting in the imagery ; A banner , one that did fulfil Too perfectly his headstrong will : For on this banner had her hand Embroidered ( such was the command ) The sacred cross ; and figured there The five dear wounds our ...
... behold , - Exulting in the imagery ; A banner , one that did fulfil Too perfectly his headstrong will : For on this banner had her hand Embroidered ( such was the command ) The sacred cross ; and figured there The five dear wounds our ...
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... Behold ! " and from his son whose stand Was on his right , from that guardian hand He took the banner , and unfurled The precious folds- " Behold , " said he , THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 23.
... Behold ! " and from his son whose stand Was on his right , from that guardian hand He took the banner , and unfurled The precious folds- " Behold , " said he , THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 23.
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William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]). The precious folds- " Behold , " said he , " The ransom of a sinful world ; Let this your preservation be , The wounds of hands and feet and side , And the sacred cross on which Jesus ...
William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]). The precious folds- " Behold , " said he , " The ransom of a sinful world ; Let this your preservation be , The wounds of hands and feet and side , And the sacred cross on which Jesus ...
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... behold again ) Where faith was proved ? while to battle moved The standard on the sacred wain On which the gray - haired barons stood ; And the infant heir of Mowbray's blood , Beneath the saintly ensigns three , Stood confident of ...
... behold again ) Where faith was proved ? while to battle moved The standard on the sacred wain On which the gray - haired barons stood ; And the infant heir of Mowbray's blood , Beneath the saintly ensigns three , Stood confident of ...
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... at this still hour is she , The consecrated Emily ? Even while I speak behold the maid Emerging from the cedar shade To open moonshine , where the doe Beneath the cypress - spire is laid ; Like a II . D THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 33.
... at this still hour is she , The consecrated Emily ? Even while I speak behold the maid Emerging from the cedar shade To open moonshine , where the doe Beneath the cypress - spire is laid ; Like a II . D THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 33.
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art thou banner beauty behold beneath blest bold bower brave breast breath breeze bright Calais calm cheer clouds creature Danube dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gleam grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour Jedburgh JOHN DYER light living lonely look maid meek merry England mighty mind moon moonshine morning mortal mountains murmur naiad Nature night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell PHILOCTETES praise rill RIVER DUDDON river Swale Rob Roy rock round Rylstone scorn shade shine sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep snow snowdrop soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought tower trees vale voice wandering ween wild wind Yarrow youth
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Page 240 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 181 - 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 238 - THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may: Unless Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead.
Page 258 - 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...
Page 183 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed...
Page 133 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. Meek loveliness is round thee spread — A softness still and holy, The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Page 181 - Inland, within a hollow Vale, I stood, And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The Coast of France, the Coast of France how near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk, for verily the barrier flood Was like a Lake, or River bright and fair, A span of waters; yet what power is there! What mightiness for evil and for good!
Page 239 - SURPRISED by joy — impatient as the wind I turned to share the transport — Oh ! with whom But thee deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find. Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss?
Page 101 - Soft smiles, by human kindness bred! And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays; "With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech: A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life!
Page 185 - Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow ; I find nothing great : Nothing is left which I can venerate ; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things.