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... soul . Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies . Each , as the various avenues of sense ...
... soul . Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies . Each , as the various avenues of sense ...
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... soul's recesses , spirits then employ Their skill in webs with mingled figures wrought . Part from within of heavenly elements , They add to what external sense supplies ; Then mind and conscience give their pure assents , And airy ...
... soul's recesses , spirits then employ Their skill in webs with mingled figures wrought . Part from within of heavenly elements , They add to what external sense supplies ; Then mind and conscience give their pure assents , And airy ...
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... soul with wonder rise To Him whose power created sea and skies , Mountains and deserts , giving to the sight The wonders of the day and of the night ? But let some fleet be seen in warlike pride , Whose stately ships the restless ...
... soul with wonder rise To Him whose power created sea and skies , Mountains and deserts , giving to the sight The wonders of the day and of the night ? But let some fleet be seen in warlike pride , Whose stately ships the restless ...
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... soul was his , when from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! He look'd- Ocean and earth , the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass , beneath him lay In gladness and ...
... soul was his , when from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! He look'd- Ocean and earth , the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass , beneath him lay In gladness and ...
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... soul Of all my moral being . CLOUDS AFTER A STORM . -A SINGLE Step which freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour , open'd to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul- The appearance ...
... soul Of all my moral being . CLOUDS AFTER A STORM . -A SINGLE Step which freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour , open'd to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul- The appearance ...
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53 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar ; I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.