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... fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : -happy ...
... fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : -happy ...
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... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead . For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Uncertain through his fierce uncultured soul Like lighted tempests troubled ...
... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead . For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Uncertain through his fierce uncultured soul Like lighted tempests troubled ...
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... fields ; Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend . A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here lawns and shades by breezy rivulets ...
... fields ; Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend . A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here lawns and shades by breezy rivulets ...
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... fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made Ravage for which no knell was heard . We pray'd For our departure ; wish'd and wish'd -nor knew ' Mid that long sickness , and those hopes delay'd ...
... fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made Ravage for which no knell was heard . We pray'd For our departure ; wish'd and wish'd -nor knew ' Mid that long sickness , and those hopes delay'd ...
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... fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , I lived upon what casual bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have often used : But , what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Is , that I ...
... fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , I lived upon what casual bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have often used : But , what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Is , that I ...
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Page 249 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Page 128 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long...
Page 102 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Page 81 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
Page 17 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page 128 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 92 - 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 119 - Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a...
Page 101 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 81 - 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.