The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem |
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... hath failed him — whom no depth Of privacy is deep enough to hide , Hath yet his bracelet or his lock of hair , And that is joy to him . When change of times Hath summoned kings to scaffolds , do but give The faithful servant , who must ...
... hath failed him — whom no depth Of privacy is deep enough to hide , Hath yet his bracelet or his lock of hair , And that is joy to him . When change of times Hath summoned kings to scaffolds , do but give The faithful servant , who must ...
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... hath he lived , and mark ! This simple Child will mourn his one short hour , And I shall miss him ; scanty tribute ! yet , This wanting , he would leave the sight of men , If love were his sole claim upon their care , Like a ripe date ...
... hath he lived , and mark ! This simple Child will mourn his one short hour , And I shall miss him ; scanty tribute ! yet , This wanting , he would leave the sight of men , If love were his sole claim upon their care , Like a ripe date ...
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... hath to - day Relinquished , lived dependent for his bread Upon the laws of public charity . The Housewife , tempted by such slender gains As might from that occasion be distilled , Opened , as she before had done for me , Her doors to ...
... hath to - day Relinquished , lived dependent for his bread Upon the laws of public charity . The Housewife , tempted by such slender gains As might from that occasion be distilled , Opened , as she before had done for me , Her doors to ...
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... me now , and learn For what reward ! -The moon her monthly round Hath not completed since our dame , the queen Of this one cottage and this lonely dale , Into my little sanctuary rushed- Voice to a rueful treble 68 THE SOLITARY .
... me now , and learn For what reward ! -The moon her monthly round Hath not completed since our dame , the queen Of this one cottage and this lonely dale , Into my little sanctuary rushed- Voice to a rueful treble 68 THE SOLITARY .
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... hath been borne to - day . So ends my dolorous tale , and glad I am That it is ended . " At these words he turned- And , with blithe air of open fellowship , Brought from the cupboard wine and stouter cheer , Like one who would be merry ...
... hath been borne to - day . So ends my dolorous tale , and glad I am That it is ended . " At these words he turned- And , with blithe air of open fellowship , Brought from the cupboard wine and stouter cheer , Like one who would be merry ...
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations Scotland seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice volume 8vo walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Página 11 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Página 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Página 152 - Within the soul a faculty abides, That \vith interpositions, which would hide And darken, so can deal that they become Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious...
Página 127 - Happy is he who lives to understand Not human nature only, but explores All natures, to the end that he may find The law that governs each : and where begins The union, the partition where, that makes Kind and degree among all visible beings ; The constitutions, powers, and faculties...
Página xiii - Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft Must turn elsewhere — to travel near the tribes And fellowships of men, and see ill sights Of madding passions mutually inflamed ; Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish ; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities...
Página 71 - With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars — illumination of all gems ! By earthly nature had the effect been wrought...
Página 18 - By loneliness, and goodness, and kind works, Whate'er, in docile childhood or in youth, He had imbibed of fear or darker thought Was melted all away; so true was this, That sometimes his religion seemed to me Self-taught, as of a dreamer in the woods ; Who to the model of his own pure heart Shaped his belief, as grace divine inspired, And human reason dictated with awe.
Página 85 - Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop Than when we soar." — The Other, not displeased, Promptly replied — " My notion is the same. And I, without reluctance, could decline All act of inquisition whence we rise, And what, when breath hath ceased, we may become. Here are we, in a bright and breathing world. Our origin, what matters it ? In lack Of worthier explanation, say at once With the American (a thought which suits...
Página 139 - Presented sacrifice to moon and stars, And to the winds and mother elements, And the whole circle of the heavens, for him A sensitive existence, and a God, With lifted hands invoked, and songs of praise...
Página 21 - When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken spring ; and no one came But he was welcome ; no one went away But that it seemed she loved him. She is dead, The light extinguished of her lonely hut, The hut itself abandoned to decay, And she forgotten in the quiet grave.