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... green leaves among the groves : - Nor to his deeply , though liberally , religious mind was it possible for him to realize with less distinctness and fervour , that doctrine or instinct which seems a cold and abstract thing , when ...
... green leaves among the groves : - Nor to his deeply , though liberally , religious mind was it possible for him to realize with less distinctness and fervour , that doctrine or instinct which seems a cold and abstract thing , when ...
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... CLOUD " " TO THE DAISY · THE SMALL CELANDINE " THIS LAWN , A CARPET ALL ALIVE " " " SO FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSITIVE " " PAGE iii I 2 • 3 3 5 6 6 7 9 1Ο II 12 , 15 , 17 18 · · 19 • 20 TO A SKY - LARK . THE GREEN LINNET "
... CLOUD " " TO THE DAISY · THE SMALL CELANDINE " THIS LAWN , A CARPET ALL ALIVE " " " SO FAIR , SO SWEET , WITHAL SO SENSITIVE " " PAGE iii I 2 • 3 3 5 6 6 7 9 1Ο II 12 , 15 , 17 18 · · 19 • 20 TO A SKY - LARK . THE GREEN LINNET "
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William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. TO A SKY - LARK . THE GREEN LINNET " O NIGHTINGALE ! THOU SURELY ART " " TO THE CUCKOO PAGE 21 • 22 • 23 · 24 26 • 27 TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 ...
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. TO A SKY - LARK . THE GREEN LINNET " O NIGHTINGALE ! THOU SURELY ART " " TO THE CUCKOO PAGE 21 • 22 • 23 · 24 26 • 27 TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 ...
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... green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . 1799 VIII ' Tis said , that some have died for love : And here and there a church - yard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground , Because the wretched man himself had slain , His ...
... green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . 1799 VIII ' Tis said , that some have died for love : And here and there a church - yard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground , Because the wretched man himself had slain , His ...
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... green holly , And wearily at length should fare ; He needs but look about , and there Thou art a friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from ...
... green holly , And wearily at length should fare ; He needs but look about , and there Thou art a friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from ...
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Page 1 - 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 way-lay.
Page 52 - The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 177 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Page 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Page 268 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Page 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Page 28 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, 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, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.