Poems, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Thou bring'st , gay Creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My Father's Family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when in our childish plays , My Sister Emmeline and I Together chased the Butterfly ! A ...
... Thou bring'st , gay Creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My Father's Family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when in our childish plays , My Sister Emmeline and I Together chased the Butterfly ! A ...
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... thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers ; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! VOL , I. D ...
... thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers ; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! VOL , I. D ...
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... thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not ... art safe , our cottage is hard by . Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break of ...
... thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not ... art safe , our cottage is hard by . Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break of ...
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... Thou faery Voyager ! that dost float In such clear water , that thy Boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an ... art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought ...
... Thou faery Voyager ! that dost float In such clear water , that thy Boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an ... art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought ...
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... Thou to do with sorrow , Or the injuries of to - morrow ? Thou art a Dew - drop , which the morn brings forth , Not framed to undergo unkindly shocks ; Or to be trailed along the soiling earth ; A gem that glitters while it lives , And ...
... Thou to do with sorrow , Or the injuries of to - morrow ? Thou art a Dew - drop , which the morn brings forth , Not framed to undergo unkindly shocks ; Or to be trailed along the soiling earth ; A gem that glitters while it lives , And ...
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Page 313 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 130 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Page 310 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Page 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.