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... turns they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd , delighted , raised , refined : ' Till once , ' tis said , when all were fired , Fill'd with fury , rapt , inspired , From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound ...
... turns they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd , delighted , raised , refined : ' Till once , ' tis said , when all were fired , Fill'd with fury , rapt , inspired , From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound ...
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... Turn from old Adam to the New : By hope futurity pursue : Look upwards to the past . Control thine eye , salute success , Honour the wiser , happier bless , And for their neighbour feel ; Grutch not of mammon and his leaven , Work ...
... Turn from old Adam to the New : By hope futurity pursue : Look upwards to the past . Control thine eye , salute success , Honour the wiser , happier bless , And for their neighbour feel ; Grutch not of mammon and his leaven , Work ...
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... turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends , as a huntsman his pack , For he knew when he pleased he could ...
... turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends , as a huntsman his pack , For he knew when he pleased he could ...
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... turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free , Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ! While many a pastime circled in the shade , The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ...
... turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free , Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ! While many a pastime circled in the shade , The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ...
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... turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's ...
... turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's ...
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651 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.
670 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
725 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full...
685 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...
903 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
719 ÆäÀÌÁö - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song...
903 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
900 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 198 And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
693 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
967 ÆäÀÌÁö - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.