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... beautiful ! O world so strange- ly fair ! trees and flowers , and gorgeous skies ! O glad pure summer air ! It is a rapture high to breathe , a joy to feel the sun , To dream of life immortal still when human life is done ! ' Ah , is it ...
... beautiful ! O world so strange- ly fair ! trees and flowers , and gorgeous skies ! O glad pure summer air ! It is a rapture high to breathe , a joy to feel the sun , To dream of life immortal still when human life is done ! ' Ah , is it ...
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... beautiful which unconsciously and involuntarily he ex - idols cast down to earth before the coming of hibits of himself . Let him suppress what he the purer , the diviner light ? Let us remem- may , let him excuse what he can , let him ...
... beautiful which unconsciously and involuntarily he ex - idols cast down to earth before the coming of hibits of himself . Let him suppress what he the purer , the diviner light ? Let us remem- may , let him excuse what he can , let him ...
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... beautiful sonnet which Words- worth addressed to him , which need not be given here . The readers of Wordsworth know it well as among his finest ; most artists have , or ought to have it by heart . Haydon exults again , with pardonable ...
... beautiful sonnet which Words- worth addressed to him , which need not be given here . The readers of Wordsworth know it well as among his finest ; most artists have , or ought to have it by heart . Haydon exults again , with pardonable ...
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... beautiful and amiable woman , a young widow persons , added to the interest the pictures in- with two infant children ; nothing could be spired ; Wordsworth figured as the meditative more rash , more imprudent ; but , as he says ...
... beautiful and amiable woman , a young widow persons , added to the interest the pictures in- with two infant children ; nothing could be spired ; Wordsworth figured as the meditative more rash , more imprudent ; but , as he says ...
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... beautiful face ) , the simple , sturdy King's Bench , putting in the heads from life . farmer , and keen , astute Bow - street officer , Some of the details of character as given in are almost equal to anything we can remem- his Journal ...
... beautiful face ) , the simple , sturdy King's Bench , putting in the heads from life . farmer , and keen , astute Bow - street officer , Some of the details of character as given in are almost equal to anything we can remem- his Journal ...
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Página 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Página 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Página 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Página 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Página 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Página 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Página 146 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Página 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.