The Harvard Classics, Volumen 41,Página 2P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 |
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... feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit ...
... feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit ...
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... if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut That , from the mountain's side , Views wilds and swelling floods , 298 And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires 492 WILLIAM COLLINS.
... if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut That , from the mountain's side , Views wilds and swelling floods , 298 And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires 492 WILLIAM COLLINS.
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... feet , To smite the lyre , the dance complete , To play the sword and spear . Sublime - invention ever young , Of vast conception , towering tongue , To God the eternal theme ; Notes from yon exaltations caught , Unrivalled royalty of ...
... feet , To smite the lyre , the dance complete , To play the sword and spear . Sublime - invention ever young , Of vast conception , towering tongue , To God the eternal theme ; Notes from yon exaltations caught , Unrivalled royalty of ...
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... feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which galled him in his seat . So , ' Fair and softly , ' John he cried , But John he called in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . ( F ) HC XLI So stooping down ...
... feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which galled him in his seat . So , ' Fair and softly , ' John he cried , But John he called in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . ( F ) HC XLI So stooping down ...
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... feet , And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep , And ye sall be my dearie . ' ' If ye'll but stand to what ye've said , I'se gang wi ' you , my shepherd lad , And ye may row me in your plaid , And I sall be your dearie . ' ' While waters ...
... feet , And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep , And ye sall be my dearie . ' ' If ye'll but stand to what ye've said , I'se gang wi ' you , my shepherd lad , And ye may row me in your plaid , And I sall be your dearie . ' ' While waters ...
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Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.