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... will give the world another heart And other pulses . Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ! Listen awhile , ye nations , and be dumb.1 Sonnet to Haydon . In London he met with friends who appreciated him and A STUDY 7.
... will give the world another heart And other pulses . Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ! Listen awhile , ye nations , and be dumb.1 Sonnet to Haydon . In London he met with friends who appreciated him and A STUDY 7.
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... hear the city's din , Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber , and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . The openings of the ...
... hear the city's din , Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber , and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . The openings of the ...
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... Hear us , great Pan ! now , O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossèd realms ...
... Hear us , great Pan ! now , O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossèd realms ...
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... Hear us , O satyr king ! O hearkener to the loud - clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsmen : Breather round our ...
... Hear us , O satyr king ! O hearkener to the loud - clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsmen : Breather round our ...
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... hear the speckled thrushes ; to taste again the simple joys of life that had sufficed him until the enchantment had fallen upon him , which was his hope and yet his doom . He implores for music . Peona's lay is sad and ' subtle ...
... hear the speckled thrushes ; to taste again the simple joys of life that had sufficed him until the enchantment had fallen upon him , which was his hope and yet his doom . He implores for music . Peona's lay is sad and ' subtle ...
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Page 170 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Page 110 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 183 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Page 163 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Page 171 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 171 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 141 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, 220 And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : — Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 4 - I've known you long; That you first taught me all the sweets of song : The grand, the sweet, the terse, the free, the fine : What swell'd with pathos, and what right divine : Spenserian vowels that elope with ease, And float along like birds o'er summer seas : Miltonian storms, and more, Miltonian tenderness: Michael in arms, and more, meek Eve's fair slenderness.
Page 174 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Page 19 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.