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ABBEY ancient ancient band arch bells beneath Bernard Barton blest breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark dead death deep doth dream dwell earth England's eyes fair gaze gleam glory GRASMERE grave gray green hall hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST King LEISTON ABBEY light little vulgar Boy London lonely look Lord Lord Byron mighty Mongewell mountain mourn ne'er NETHER STOWEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise pride rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round Saint Cuthbert saints scene shade shine sight silent sleep smile solemn song soul sound spot stone stood stream street sweet thee thine things thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth winds woods
Seite 60 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 35 - 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.
Seite 175 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Seite 34 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 139 - 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.
Seite 194 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inyeterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ; a pillared shade.
Seite 61 - Took it in snuff - and still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Seite 155 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Seite 185 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Seite 188 - We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With 'One and all!' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! "Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why!