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... Beneath the sky , as if I had been born On Indian plains , and from my mother's hut Had run abroad in wantonness , to sport A naked savage , in the thunder shower . FROM " THE PRELUDE , " BOOK I HAWKSHEAD AND ESTHWAITE LAKE [ LOVE OF ...
... Beneath the sky , as if I had been born On Indian plains , and from my mother's hut Had run abroad in wantonness , to sport A naked savage , in the thunder shower . FROM " THE PRELUDE , " BOOK I HAWKSHEAD AND ESTHWAITE LAKE [ LOVE OF ...
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... Beneath the gloomy hills homeward I went In solitude , such intercourse was mine ; Mine was it in the fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and visible ...
... Beneath the gloomy hills homeward I went In solitude , such intercourse was mine ; Mine was it in the fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and visible ...
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... Beneath the oaks ' umbrageous covert , sown With lilies of the valley like a field ; And now a third small Island , where survived In solitude the ruins of a shrine Once to Our Lady dedicate , and served Daily with chaunted rites . In ...
... Beneath the oaks ' umbrageous covert , sown With lilies of the valley like a field ; And now a third small Island , where survived In solitude the ruins of a shrine Once to Our Lady dedicate , and served Daily with chaunted rites . In ...
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... beneath us stood A grove , with gleams of water through the trees And over the tree - tops ; nor did we want Refreshment , strawberries and mellow cream . There , while through half an afternoon we played On the smooth platform ...
... beneath us stood A grove , with gleams of water through the trees And over the tree - tops ; nor did we want Refreshment , strawberries and mellow cream . There , while through half an afternoon we played On the smooth platform ...
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... That sang and ceased not ; now a Sister Isle Beneath the oaks ' umbrageous covert , sown With lilies of the valley like a field ; And now a third small Island . " The Prelude , Book ii , p . 33 , TWE AVIOR , L TILDEN FU Nor seldom did I.
... That sang and ceased not ; now a Sister Isle Beneath the oaks ' umbrageous covert , sown With lilies of the valley like a field ; And now a third small Island . " The Prelude , Book ii , p . 33 , TWE AVIOR , L TILDEN FU Nor seldom did I.
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Page 162 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 107 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Page 104 - 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 185 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Page 91 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 195 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 238 - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside...
Page 235 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 99 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Page 103 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.