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... SOLITUDE , THE SISTERS , PAGE 330 333 335 339 344 346 348 THE FAREWELL AND RETURN , 350 LINES WRITTEN AT A LITTLE WELL BY THE ROADSIDE , LANGDALE , 353 * THE PAST , 356 · * PEACE , 357 * THE DESOLATE VILLAGE , FIRST DREAM , 358 · * THE ...
... SOLITUDE , THE SISTERS , PAGE 330 333 335 339 344 346 348 THE FAREWELL AND RETURN , 350 LINES WRITTEN AT A LITTLE WELL BY THE ROADSIDE , LANGDALE , 353 * THE PAST , 356 · * PEACE , 357 * THE DESOLATE VILLAGE , FIRST DREAM , 358 · * THE ...
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... solitude A kneeling Angel prayed . Those days of tranquil joy are fled , And tears of deep distress From night to morn hath Mary shed : And , say ! when sorrow bowed her head Did he then love her less ? Ah no ! more touching beauty rose ...
... solitude A kneeling Angel prayed . Those days of tranquil joy are fled , And tears of deep distress From night to morn hath Mary shed : And , say ! when sorrow bowed her head Did he then love her less ? Ah no ! more touching beauty rose ...
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... solitude . They gaze with never - sated eyes On lengthening lines of flowery dyes , That through the woods , and up the mountains run : Not richer radiance robes the Even , When she ascends her throne in Heaven , Beside the setting sun ...
... solitude . They gaze with never - sated eyes On lengthening lines of flowery dyes , That through the woods , and up the mountains run : Not richer radiance robes the Even , When she ascends her throne in Heaven , Beside the setting sun ...
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... solitude . Five days have fled ! -The Sun again , Like an angel , o'er the brightening Main Uplifts his radiant head ; And full upon yon dewy bower , The warm tints of the dawning hour Mid warmer still are shed . The Sun pours not his ...
... solitude . Five days have fled ! -The Sun again , Like an angel , o'er the brightening Main Uplifts his radiant head ; And full upon yon dewy bower , The warm tints of the dawning hour Mid warmer still are shed . The Sun pours not his ...
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... solitude profound With love and awe she breathed that holy sound ! Yes ! He will save ! a still small voice To Mary's fervent prayer replied ; Beneath His tender care rejoice , On earth who for His children died . Her Lover saw that ...
... solitude profound With love and awe she breathed that holy sound ! Yes ! He will save ! a still small voice To Mary's fervent prayer replied ; Beneath His tender care rejoice , On earth who for His children died . Her Lover saw that ...
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Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale .' — Hail ! king of the wild and the beautiful! — hail! Hail ! idol divine! whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?