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... July 13 , 1798. 126 On the Power of Sound PETER BELL . - A TALE- Prologue Part I. Part II . Part III . 124 Paradise 141 A Jewish Family 141 142- 125 145 147 14 151 PART I. Dedication . To- Nuns fret not at their CONTENTS .
... July 13 , 1798. 126 On the Power of Sound PETER BELL . - A TALE- Prologue Part I. Part II . Part III . 124 Paradise 141 A Jewish Family 141 142- 125 145 147 14 151 PART I. Dedication . To- Nuns fret not at their CONTENTS .
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... Sounds from the water - side the hammered boat ; And blasted quarry thunders , heard remote ! Even here , amid the ... sound ? ) Toil , small as pigmies in the gulf profound ; Some , dim between the lofty cliffs descried , O'erwalk the ...
... Sounds from the water - side the hammered boat ; And blasted quarry thunders , heard remote ! Even here , amid the ... sound ? ) Toil , small as pigmies in the gulf profound ; Some , dim between the lofty cliffs descried , O'erwalk the ...
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... Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the timid hare through rustling corn ; The sportive outcry of the mocking owl ; And at long intervals the mill - dog's howl ; The distant forge's swinging thump profound ; Or yell ...
... Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the timid hare through rustling corn ; The sportive outcry of the mocking owl ; And at long intervals the mill - dog's howl ; The distant forge's swinging thump profound ; Or yell ...
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... sound ; -A Hermit with his family around ! But let us hence ; for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in walnut slopes and citron isles : Or seek at eve the banks of Tusa's stream , Where , ' mid dim towers and woods , her waters gleam . From ...
... sound ; -A Hermit with his family around ! But let us hence ; for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in walnut slopes and citron isles : Or seek at eve the banks of Tusa's stream , Where , ' mid dim towers and woods , her waters gleam . From ...
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... sound Innumerable streams with roar profound . Mount through the nearer vapours notes of birds , And merry flageolet ; the low of herds , The bark of dogs , the heifer's tinkling bell , Talk , laughter , and perchance a church - tower ...
... sound Innumerable streams with roar profound . Mount through the nearer vapours notes of birds , And merry flageolet ; the low of herds , The bark of dogs , the heifer's tinkling bell , Talk , laughter , and perchance a church - tower ...
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Página 351 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 351 - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Página 121 - 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.
Página 121 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Página 120 - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
Página 351 - 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Página 182 - Milton! thou shouldst 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.
Página 351 - I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat.
Página 121 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress 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...
Página 182 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...