The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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الصفحة 4
... winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts ...
... winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay : Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy . Shout round me , let me hear thy shouts ...
الصفحة 11
... winds that will be howling at all hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I ...
... winds that will be howling at all hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan , suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I ...
الصفحة 43
... wind - built tent , Till the calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of ...
... wind - built tent , Till the calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of ...
الصفحة 44
... winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air , I silently laugh at my own cenotaph , And out of the caverns of rain , Like a child from the womb , like a ghost from the tomb , I arise and unbuild it again ...
... winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams , Build up the blue dome of air , I silently laugh at my own cenotaph , And out of the caverns of rain , Like a child from the womb , like a ghost from the tomb , I arise and unbuild it again ...
الصفحة 45
... wind , They would grow as earthly soon As their brother lizards are . Children of a sunnier star , Spirits from beyond the moon , O , refuse the boon ! MUTABILITY . THE flower that smiles to - day To - morrow dies ; All that we wish to ...
... wind , They would grow as earthly soon As their brother lizards are . Children of a sunnier star , Spirits from beyond the moon , O , refuse the boon ! MUTABILITY . THE flower that smiles to - day To - morrow dies ; All that we wish to ...
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الصفحة 13 - MILTON ! thou shouldst 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.
الصفحة 49 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
الصفحة 10 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
الصفحة 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
الصفحة 7 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
الصفحة 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
الصفحة 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades 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? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
الصفحة 10 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, 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...
الصفحة 7 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...