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ALFRED PARSONS Andrew Lang beautiful behold beneath bird blank verse blessed bliss bower breath bright brook cheerful child clouds cottage creature dead dear delight dost doth dwell earth fair fear feel flock flowers gentle gone Goslar Grasmere grass grave green grief happy Hart-Leap hath heard heart heaven hills hour human weight Isabel lake lamb Laodamia light living lofty lonely look Lucy Luke Lyrical Ballads maid mind moon morning mountains murmur nature never night o'er Ode to Duty pain Peter Bell pleasure poems poet poetry Quantock hills quiet rocks round Ruth Rydal Mount seemed shade sheep shepherd sight silent sing Sir Walter sleep song sonnet soul spake spirit star stone stood stream summer sweet thee things thou art thought trees Twill vale voice wandered waters ween wild wind woods words Wordsworth Yarrow YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
Page 152 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 213 - MILTON ! thou shouldst 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 211 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 178 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 96 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, ' A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Page 148 - Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Page 237 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 256 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR (HO is the happy warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Page 276 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows. He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 253 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: 0 if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power, around them cast.