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... green hillside is matted close with dying and with dead . Across the plain , and far away , passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With ...
... green hillside is matted close with dying and with dead . Across the plain , and far away , passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With ...
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... green in the pictured tide , And the blue reflected sky . Swift dragon - flies , with their gauzy wings , Flit glistening to and fro , And murmuring hosts of moving things O'er the waters glance and glow . There are spots where nestle ...
... green in the pictured tide , And the blue reflected sky . Swift dragon - flies , with their gauzy wings , Flit glistening to and fro , And murmuring hosts of moving things O'er the waters glance and glow . There are spots where nestle ...
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... green lane , about half a mile from home ; sometimes seated on the roots of an old fantastic beech , sometimes on the trunk of a felled oak , or sometimes on the ground itself , with my back propped lazily against a rugged elm . In that ...
... green lane , about half a mile from home ; sometimes seated on the roots of an old fantastic beech , sometimes on the trunk of a felled oak , or sometimes on the ground itself , with my back propped lazily against a rugged elm . In that ...
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... green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these , and what the woods can yield , The hanging mountain , or the field E I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you A LITERARY LIFE . 97.
... green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these , and what the woods can yield , The hanging mountain , or the field E I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you A LITERARY LIFE . 97.
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... Green , And guided to the Parson's wicket . Back flew the bolt of lissom lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle Led the lorn traveler up the path , Through clean - clipt rows of box and myrtle ; And Don and Sancho , Tramp and Tray ...
... Green , And guided to the Parson's wicket . Back flew the bolt of lissom lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle Led the lorn traveler up the path , Through clean - clipt rows of box and myrtle ; And Don and Sancho , Tramp and Tray ...
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Page 540 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Page 388 - Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? God ! — let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 527 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 431 - Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done; you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 173 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Page 234 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 420 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 139 - Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 314 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 130 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labors, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known and do not want it.