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... bring him under the due influence of language , will not feel a secret prompting to merriment on reading the first stanza ? Yet he shall no sooner pass from that to the one which succeeds it than , under the solemnity in- spired by ...
... bring him under the due influence of language , will not feel a secret prompting to merriment on reading the first stanza ? Yet he shall no sooner pass from that to the one which succeeds it than , under the solemnity in- spired by ...
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... bringing this child into ridicule , fifteen stanzas were written , which , whether viewed in regard to their meanness of diction , or poverty of idea , should serve as well to show that he was the veritable son of the writer . These ...
... bringing this child into ridicule , fifteen stanzas were written , which , whether viewed in regard to their meanness of diction , or poverty of idea , should serve as well to show that he was the veritable son of the writer . These ...
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... brings . It is but an act , then , of justice to say That hunger and work having frittered away My passion for rhyme , I descended to prose , And failing in that , ended all in a doze . The balmy refreshment occurring on sleep , Which ...
... brings . It is but an act , then , of justice to say That hunger and work having frittered away My passion for rhyme , I descended to prose , And failing in that , ended all in a doze . The balmy refreshment occurring on sleep , Which ...
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... bring They cease to give ; — When winds from every adverse source Assault him with conflicting breath , And whispering Zephyrs in their course Speak but of death ; D -- When clouds of fearful darkness roll In terror through the 33.
... bring They cease to give ; — When winds from every adverse source Assault him with conflicting breath , And whispering Zephyrs in their course Speak but of death ; D -- When clouds of fearful darkness roll In terror through the 33.
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... bring thee Riches to the world unknown ; Every righteous thought shall wing thee Nearer the eternal throne : Living thus in heaven's own light , Smile throughout thy brilliant flight . STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY , AFTER AN ...
... bring thee Riches to the world unknown ; Every righteous thought shall wing thee Nearer the eternal throne : Living thus in heaven's own light , Smile throughout thy brilliant flight . STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY , AFTER AN ...
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Page 334 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And '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 ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Page 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Page xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Page 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sė adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a pių belle imprese; Sė , ch...
Page 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Page 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!