Wordsworth-TennysonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1907 - English poetry |
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... glory in her beauty and tenderness . Commonly it is possible to be thus sensible of the simple singer , apart from the seer , in Wordsworth - not always . I cannot pretend to press an indiscriminate resort to him for the amusement of an ...
... glory in her beauty and tenderness . Commonly it is possible to be thus sensible of the simple singer , apart from the seer , in Wordsworth - not always . I cannot pretend to press an indiscriminate resort to him for the amusement of an ...
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... ; 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 past away a glory from the earth . 7 Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting 10 THE POETS.
... ; 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 past away a glory from the earth . 7 Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting 10 THE POETS.
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... glory do we come From God , who is our Home ; Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison - house begin to close Upon the growing Boy , But he beholds the light , and whence it flows , He sees it in his joy ; The Youth ...
... glory do we come From God , who is our Home ; Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison - house begin to close Upon the growing Boy , But he beholds the light , and whence it flows , He sees it in his joy ; The Youth ...
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... glory of Alpine peaks has ever surpassed in splendour of diction his Hymn to Mont Blanc . It is immaterial that he was indebted for an outline of the poem to an obscure German poetess . That he had never seen the mountain or valley gave ...
... glory of Alpine peaks has ever surpassed in splendour of diction his Hymn to Mont Blanc . It is immaterial that he was indebted for an outline of the poem to an obscure German poetess . That he had never seen the mountain or valley gave ...
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... Glory boasts not . - Thank the God Who made thee , that thou art not such as he.16 When in the Paradise of his books , it will not be dis- puted that at least the shadow of inspiration falls upon him : My days among the Dead are past ...
... Glory boasts not . - Thank the God Who made thee , that thou art not such as he.16 When in the Paradise of his books , it will not be dis- puted that at least the shadow of inspiration falls upon him : My days among the Dead are past ...
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Page 5 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 212 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 199 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,
Page 93 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 212 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 121 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 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...
Page 201 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 7 - Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Page 41 - They sin who tell us love can die. ; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...