The Harvard Classics, Volume 41, Page 2P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 - Literature |
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... mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assigned ; Their wants but few , their wishes all confin'd ... mountain's breast May sit , like falcons cow'ring on the nest ; But all the gentler morals , such as play Through life's ...
... mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assigned ; Their wants but few , their wishes all confin'd ... mountain's breast May sit , like falcons cow'ring on the nest ; But all the gentler morals , such as play Through life's ...
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... mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy Shout round me ...
... mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; - Thou child of joy Shout round me ...
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... mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! NATURE AND THE POET Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm , painted by Sir George Beaumont I was thy ...
... mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! NATURE AND THE POET Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm , painted by Sir George Beaumont I was thy ...
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... mountains front you , face to face . But , courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves , And made a hidden valley of their own . No habitation can be seen ; but they Who journey thither find ...
... mountains front you , face to face . But , courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves , And made a hidden valley of their own . No habitation can be seen ; but they Who journey thither find ...
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... traveller to a shelter , summoned him Up to the mountains : he had been alone Amid the heart of many thousand mists , That came to him , and left him , on the heights . So lived he till his eightieth year was past . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FC1.
... traveller to a shelter , summoned him Up to the mountains : he had been alone Amid the heart of many thousand mists , That came to him , and left him , on the heights . So lived he till his eightieth year was past . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FC1.
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ANNA LAETITIA BARBAULD auld auld Robin Gray beneath birds blessings blest bliss bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bowers braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk CAROLINA OLIPHANT Charlie charms cheerful Christabel clime Cockpen dead dear delight doth Dunblane e'en earth eyes fair fear flowers frae Gilpin gone grave green ha'e hame happy hast hath HC XLI hear heard heart heaven hills Jamie JOHN GILPIN lady LADY ANNE LINDSAY Laird land lassie light live lo'e look love is dead maid maun mind morning ne'er never night o'er pleasure praise pride round shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit sweet SWEET Auburn tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought toil tree Twas vale voice weel weep Whig wild wind woods young Jessie youth
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Page 651 - 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 670 - 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?
Page 725 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full...
Page 685 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 903 - 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 719 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song...
Page 903 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 900 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 198 And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Page 693 - 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 967 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.