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... a hope . - - - My daughter ! I see thee not , I hear thee not , - but none Can be so
wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend :
Albeit my brow thon never should ' st behold , My yoice shall with thy future
visions ...
... a hope . - - - My daughter ! I see thee not , I hear thee not , - but none Can be so
wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend :
Albeit my brow thon never should ' st behold , My yoice shall with thy future
visions ...
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For this , rough clown ! long pains shall on thee wait , And freezing Want avenge
their hapless fate ; For these fell murders may ' st thou change thy kind , In
outward form as savage as in mind ; Go , be a bear of Pythagorean vame , From
man ...
For this , rough clown ! long pains shall on thee wait , And freezing Want avenge
their hapless fate ; For these fell murders may ' st thou change thy kind , In
outward form as savage as in mind ; Go , be a bear of Pythagorean vame , From
man ...
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To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts , Continual , climb ; who , with a
master hand , Hast the great whole into perfection touched . By Thee the various
vegetative tribes , Wrapt in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw the live ether
...
To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts , Continual , climb ; who , with a
master hand , Hast the great whole into perfection touched . By Thee the various
vegetative tribes , Wrapt in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw the live ether
...
Página 271
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock - built cities , bidding
nations quake , And monarchs tremble in their capitals , The oak leviathans ,
whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and
arbiter of ...
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock - built cities , bidding
nations quake , And monarchs tremble in their capitals , The oak leviathans ,
whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and
arbiter of ...
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Scion of chiefs and monarchs , where art thou ? Fond hope of many nations , art
thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic ,
less beloved head ? In the sad midnight , while thy heart still bled , The mother of
a ...
Scion of chiefs and monarchs , where art thou ? Fond hope of many nations , art
thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic ,
less beloved head ? In the sad midnight , while thy heart still bled , The mother of
a ...
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Página 196 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Página 271 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 270 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Página 295 - And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die. And first one universal shriek there...
Página 214 - God grant mine eyes may never behold the like, who now saw above 10,000 houses all in one flame; the noise and cracking and thunder of the impetuous flames, the shrieking of women and children, the hurry...
Página 271 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 270 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 7 - My daughter ! with thy name this song begun ; My daughter ! with thy name thus much shall end ; I see thee not, I hear thee not, but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never should'st behold, My voice shall with thy future visions blend, And reach into thy heart, when mine is cold, A token and a tone, even from thy father's mould.
Página 271 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 120 - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heaven and Earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.