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... that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who enters into the strength of the feeling . And clear way made for her triumphal car Through the MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . 69 Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of.
... that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who enters into the strength of the feeling . And clear way made for her triumphal car Through the MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . 69 Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of.
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... feelings would I pay The tribute due To him , and aught that hides his clay From mortal view . Fresh as the flower , whose modest worth He sang , his genius " glinted " forth , Rose like a star that touching earth , For so it seems ...
... feelings would I pay The tribute due To him , and aught that hides his clay From mortal view . Fresh as the flower , whose modest worth He sang , his genius " glinted " forth , Rose like a star that touching earth , For so it seems ...
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... feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away : For never saw I mien , or face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home - bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here scattered , like a random seed , ! 10 15 20 25 ...
... feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away : For never saw I mien , or face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home - bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here scattered , like a random seed , ! 10 15 20 25 ...
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... feelings of the dead : And , therefore , was it rightly said That Ossian , last of all his race ! Lies buried in this lonely place . 15 20 25 339 30 VIII . STEPPING WESTWARD . While my Fellow - traveller and I were walking by the side ...
... feelings of the dead : And , therefore , was it rightly said That Ossian , last of all his race ! Lies buried in this lonely place . 15 20 25 339 30 VIII . STEPPING WESTWARD . While my Fellow - traveller and I were walking by the side ...
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... feeling - to set free The Bard from such indignity ! The Effigies1 of a valiant Wight I once beheld , a Templar Knight ; Not prostrate , not like those that rest 20 25 30 35 40 45 1 On the banks of the River Nid , near Knares- borough ...
... feeling - to set free The Bard from such indignity ! The Effigies1 of a valiant Wight I once beheld , a Templar Knight ; Not prostrate , not like those that rest 20 25 30 35 40 45 1 On the banks of the River Nid , near Knares- borough ...
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Page 87 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 3 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels : Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Page 42 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Page 21 - This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Page 134 - Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend : They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour : what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness.
Page 135 - It is not to be thought of that the flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea ..:"- Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, " with pomp of waters unwithstood...
Page 42 - Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Page 129 - ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did She hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay ; Yet shall some tribute of regret be...
Page 134 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 134 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.