Poems, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Children , yea the frame Of the whole Spectacle the same ! Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve ...
... Children , yea the frame Of the whole Spectacle the same ! Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve ...
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... Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful Creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all care ; But there may come another day to me- Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in ...
... Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful Creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all care ; But there may come another day to me- Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in ...
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... child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a mass of knotted joints , A wretched thing forlorn . It stands erect , and like a stone With lichens it is overgrown . D2 Like rock or stone , it is ...
... child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a mass of knotted joints , A wretched thing forlorn . It stands erect , and like a stone With lichens it is overgrown . D2 Like rock or stone , it is ...
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... child was in her womb , As now to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain . Oh me ! ten thousand times I'd rather That he had died , that cruel father ! Sad case for ...
... child was in her womb , As now to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain . Oh me ! ten thousand times I'd rather That he had died , that cruel father ! Sad case for ...
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... child There's none that ever knew : And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There's no one knows , as I have said ; But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this ...
... child There's none that ever knew : And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There's no one knows , as I have said ; But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this ...
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Page 212 - 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 355 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Page 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 338 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Page 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Page 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Page 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Page 30 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 354 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 352 - 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...