The Harvard Classics, Volumen 41,Página 2P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 |
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... hath semblance sent , Grand object of his own content , And saw the God in Christ . Tell them , I AM , Jehovah said To Moses ; while earth heard in dread , And , smitten to the heart , At once above , beneath , around , All Nature ...
... hath semblance sent , Grand object of his own content , And saw the God in Christ . Tell them , I AM , Jehovah said To Moses ; while earth heard in dread , And , smitten to the heart , At once above , beneath , around , All Nature ...
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... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out , ' Well done ! ' As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around ; ' He ...
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children screamed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out , ' Well done ! ' As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around ; ' He ...
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... hath pass'd away a glory from the earth . Now , while the birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief ...
... hath pass'd away a glory from the earth . Now , while the birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief ...
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... hath in her own natural kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate , Man , Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial ...
... hath in her own natural kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate , Man , Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial ...
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... hath now his heart , And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business , love , or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside , And with new joy and pride The little actor cons ...
... hath now his heart , And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business , love , or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside , And with new joy and pride The little actor cons ...
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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.