The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volume 4Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1900 |
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... fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty - a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms Which craft of delicate ...
... fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty - a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms Which craft of delicate ...
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... fear , or pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , perchance- If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy ...
... fear , or pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , perchance- If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy ...
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... fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . ( 1799. ) THE TWO ...
... fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . ( 1799. ) THE TWO ...
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... fears : How merrily it goes ! ' Twill murmur on a thousand years , And flow as now it flows . And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . My eyes are dim ...
... fears : How merrily it goes ! ' Twill murmur on a thousand years , And flow as now it flows . And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . My eyes are dim ...
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... fear , until we recognise A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours rolling down the valley made A lonely scene more lonesome , among woods ...
... fear , until we recognise A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours rolling down the valley made A lonely scene more lonesome , among woods ...
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