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... hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ; Destroyer and Preserver ; Hear , oh hear ! " Imagination and Fancy . We have already used the word imagination in a broad sense as virtually synonymous with all poetic or creative ...
... hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ; Destroyer and Preserver ; Hear , oh hear ! " Imagination and Fancy . We have already used the word imagination in a broad sense as virtually synonymous with all poetic or creative ...
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... hills , to shun his flaming wheels : The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- 40 And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W. Drummond of Hawthornden ...
... hills , to shun his flaming wheels : The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- 40 And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W. Drummond of Hawthornden ...
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... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
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... hill , let music shrill Give my fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ...
... hill , let music shrill Give my fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ...
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... hills , and they To Heaven . Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple Tyrant : that from these may grow A hundred - fold , who , having learnt Thy way , 10 Early may fly the ...
... hills , and they To Heaven . Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple Tyrant : that from these may grow A hundred - fold , who , having learnt Thy way , 10 Early may fly the ...
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anapestic Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall clouds County Guy dactylic dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers frae gentle glory Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill iambic pentameter kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Byron Love's lovers Lycidas lyre lyric Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry rhyme rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 217 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 327 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 216 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 333 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. 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?
Page 293 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 325 - 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...
Page 245 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd...
Page 288 - 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.
Page 71 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 294 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.