Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose, Volume 2Scott, Foresman, 1910 |
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Page 416
... Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress 64 Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky . The day is come when I again repose Here , under this ...
... Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress 64 Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky . The day is come when I again repose Here , under this ...
Page 418
... once to me befell . When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June , I to her cottage bent my way Beneath an evening - moon . Upon the moon I fixed my eye , All over the wide lea ; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh ...
... once to me befell . When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June , I to her cottage bent my way Beneath an evening - moon . Upon the moon I fixed my eye , All over the wide lea ; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh ...
Page 422
... once far off , and near . Though babbling only to the Vale , Of sunshine and of flowers , 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 ...
... once far off , and near . Though babbling only to the Vale , Of sunshine and of flowers , 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 ...
Page 426
... once so bright Be now forever 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 ; In the primal sympathy ...
... once so bright Be now forever 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 ; In the primal sympathy ...
Page 427
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Page 426 - 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 427 - 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. 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...
Page 490 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 584 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 419 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 478 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 417 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Page 427 - 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; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Page 479 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the 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.