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... beneath . Every now and then a little shake of the earth reminds people of their peril . Peril did I say ? There is none St. Januarius is a sufficient protection . Then to Syracuse - an awful place . This city of two millions of men ...
... beneath . Every now and then a little shake of the earth reminds people of their peril . Peril did I say ? There is none St. Januarius is a sufficient protection . Then to Syracuse - an awful place . This city of two millions of men ...
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... beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touch'd , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All ...
... beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touch'd , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle ; sensation , soul , and form All ...
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... beneath his load ! Yet do such travellers find their own delight ; And their hard service , deem'd debasing now , Gain'd merited respect in simpler times , When squire , and priest , and they who round them dwelt In rustic sequestration ...
... beneath his load ! Yet do such travellers find their own delight ; And their hard service , deem'd debasing now , Gain'd merited respect in simpler times , When squire , and priest , and they who round them dwelt In rustic sequestration ...
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... beneath this lowly roof . She was a woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love , Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
... beneath this lowly roof . She was a woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love , Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
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... Beneath the misery of that wandering life . " Comforting the forlorn woman with words of consolation and hope , the Pedlar departs to roam over hill and dale with his accustomed load , not returning till the wane of summer . Arriving at ...
... Beneath the misery of that wandering life . " Comforting the forlorn woman with words of consolation and hope , the Pedlar departs to roam over hill and dale with his accustomed load , not returning till the wane of summer . Arriving at ...
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Página 340 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Página 345 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May!
Página 318 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 346 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 346 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 339 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 345 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers...
Página 27 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Página 124 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Página 345 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!