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... the streets of a large town , you see the traces of an earnest and anxious toiling for the riches of the world . They hurry past you , hastening to their places of business , with heads full of anxious thoughts as REST . 27.
... the streets of a large town , you see the traces of an earnest and anxious toiling for the riches of the world . They hurry past you , hastening to their places of business , with heads full of anxious thoughts as REST . 27.
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... town . sonnet written in the early morning standing on Westminster Bridge is the noblest inspiration that the heart of our great city can be said to boast of . Perhaps it is amongst the people of towns that such a writer as Wordsworth ...
... town . sonnet written in the early morning standing on Westminster Bridge is the noblest inspiration that the heart of our great city can be said to boast of . Perhaps it is amongst the people of towns that such a writer as Wordsworth ...
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danger of the town life , and also the country life when the mind is engrossed with daily work , troubles or cares . Is there no rest , no pleasure in being carried far away from din and toil , to the summit of mountains , far to the ...
danger of the town life , and also the country life when the mind is engrossed with daily work , troubles or cares . Is there no rest , no pleasure in being carried far away from din and toil , to the summit of mountains , far to the ...
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... town , which those who have visited neither , confound sometimes with S. Moritz in the Engadine , lies in the Rhone valley , just above the narrow passage where the river wears its rapid way between low spurs of the Dent du Midi and the ...
... town , which those who have visited neither , confound sometimes with S. Moritz in the Engadine , lies in the Rhone valley , just above the narrow passage where the river wears its rapid way between low spurs of the Dent du Midi and the ...
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... town itself there is not much to say . The few streets are poor and unpicturesque , and like those of many other ... town of the Canton Valais . But it is to the Theban Legion and their commander Maurice , from whom the town is named ...
... town itself there is not much to say . The few streets are poor and unpicturesque , and like those of many other ... town of the Canton Valais . But it is to the Theban Legion and their commander Maurice , from whom the town is named ...
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Página 310 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 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.
Página 60 - Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Página 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 19 - Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail, Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, Against the day of battle and war?
Página 31 - There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Página 54 - That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use.
Página 19 - Beth-horon, that the LORD cast down great stones from heaven upon them unto Azekah, and they died : they were more which died with hailstones than they whom the children of Israel slew with the sword.
Página 310 - 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.
Página 310 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Página 57 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 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.