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... Flower Garden 388 Mutability .. 389 MILMAN , HENRY HART ( born 1791 ) 332 The World's Wanderers ib . Lamentation over the approaching Fall of Jerusalem 333 CLARE , JOHN ( born 1793 ) 390 .............. Hymn 335 Winter Evening in the ...
... Flower Garden 388 Mutability .. 389 MILMAN , HENRY HART ( born 1791 ) 332 The World's Wanderers ib . Lamentation over the approaching Fall of Jerusalem 333 CLARE , JOHN ( born 1793 ) 390 .............. Hymn 335 Winter Evening in the ...
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... flowers of the preceding poets , were abandoned for such humble things as pebbles and weeds - even a daisy was thought to savour too much of the exploded school , and a fragment of sea - weed was a poetical treasure . And now also , as ...
... flowers of the preceding poets , were abandoned for such humble things as pebbles and weeds - even a daisy was thought to savour too much of the exploded school , and a fragment of sea - weed was a poetical treasure . And now also , as ...
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... flower , a bird , Heavens , how we sweat ! laboriously absurd ! Words of gigantic bulk , and uncouth sound , In rattling triads the long sentence bound ; While points with points , with periods periods jar , And the whole work seems one ...
... flower , a bird , Heavens , how we sweat ! laboriously absurd ! Words of gigantic bulk , and uncouth sound , In rattling triads the long sentence bound ; While points with points , with periods periods jar , And the whole work seems one ...
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... flower ! I prize thee more Than all the pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as ...
... flower ! I prize thee more Than all the pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as ...
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... ! Thy lengthen'd day Shall gild once more my native plain ; Curl inward here , sweet woodbine flower ; " Companion of the lonely hour , I'll turn thee up again . " THIS accurate and minute painter of humble life was born BLOOMFIELD . 63.
... ! Thy lengthen'd day Shall gild once more my native plain ; Curl inward here , sweet woodbine flower ; " Companion of the lonely hour , I'll turn thee up again . " THIS accurate and minute painter of humble life was born BLOOMFIELD . 63.
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - 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...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - 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.