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... shine : And , basking in the chimney's ample blaze , Mid many a tale told of his boyish days , The nurse shall cry , of all her ills beguiled , " " Twas on these knees he sate so oft and smiled . " And soon again shall music swell the ...
... shine : And , basking in the chimney's ample blaze , Mid many a tale told of his boyish days , The nurse shall cry , of all her ills beguiled , " " Twas on these knees he sate so oft and smiled . " And soon again shall music swell the ...
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... shine out as ' twere a galaxy ! But soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself diffused it , like the stone That sheds awhile a lustre all its own , с с Making night beautiful ...
... shine out as ' twere a galaxy ! But soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself diffused it , like the stone That sheds awhile a lustre all its own , с с Making night beautiful ...
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... shine by a maiden's grave ? Come hither , boy , and clear thy open brow . Yon summer - clouds , now like the Alps , and now A ship , a whale , change not so fast as thou . He hears me not - Those sighs were from the heart . Too , too ...
... shine by a maiden's grave ? Come hither , boy , and clear thy open brow . Yon summer - clouds , now like the Alps , and now A ship , a whale , change not so fast as thou . He hears me not - Those sighs were from the heart . Too , too ...
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... shines , reflected from the Past , -And from the Future too ! Active in Thought Among old books , old friends ; and not unsought By the wise stranger - in his morning - hours , When gentle airs stir the fresh - blowing flowers , He ...
... shines , reflected from the Past , -And from the Future too ! Active in Thought Among old books , old friends ; and not unsought By the wise stranger - in his morning - hours , When gentle airs stir the fresh - blowing flowers , He ...
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... , as it floats along , In Tuscan air or Handel's sacred song ! And She inspires , whose beauty shines in all ; So soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; HUMAN LIFE . 57.
... , as it floats along , In Tuscan air or Handel's sacred song ! And She inspires , whose beauty shines in all ; So soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; HUMAN LIFE . 57.
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all-eloquent Alps arms awhile a lustre beautiful bees behold blest BOY OF EGREMOND breathe brow child Cicero climb clinging curtains of Futurity Dante dark delight desolate dim curtains dream Dryden earth Embsay eyes father fire flowers flung footsteps forgot funeral-garland hung gate misnamed gather round gentle gladness glide Greece green grove Hampden struggling hear heart Heaven holy hour light line 13 live look Lord Russel matin-bell methinks Milton sought mother Musing Naples night NOTE o'er Oh thou Pæstum passed pathway leads perchance Petrarch Plato pleasure Russel Saint who sate sate by Russel's say how lovely scene shadow sheds awhile shines sighs silent sing Sire sits sleep slumbers smiles song soon sorrow soul stir stone That sheds Suffer these little sung tears thee things thoughts thro trance turn twas at matin-time voice wander watch weeping wild young Youth
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Page 72 - I wist, all their sport in the Park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 34 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly— pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Page 8 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale...
Page 74 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 86 - They stand between the mountains and the sea ; Awful memorials, but of whom we know not. The seaman passing, gazes from the deck, The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic, and moves on. Time was they stood along the crowded street, Temples of gods, and on their ample steps What various habits, various tongues beset The brazen gates for prayer and sacrifice...
Page 74 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 88 - From my youth upward have I longed to tread This classic ground — And am I here at last ? Wandering at will through the long porticoes, And catching, as through some majestic grove, Now the blue ocean, and now, chaos-like, Mountains and mountain-gulfs, and, half-way up, Towns like the living rock from which they grew ? A cloudy region, black and desolate, Where once a slave withstood a world in arms.
Page 72 - I came to Broadgate, in Leicestershire, to take my leave of that noble Lady Jane Grey, to whom I was exceeding much beholding. Her parents, the duke and the duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber reading...
Page 39 - Such grief was ours — it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely — lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came ! And, when recalled to join the blest above, Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love, Nursing the young to health.
Page 21 - ... impart : Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care, Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there. And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye — now many a written thought, Never to die, with many a lisping sweet, His moving, murmuring lips endeavour to repeat.