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Hace 2 días · Of the survivors, to the clouds might bear, Blended with praise of that parental love, Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew. Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave, Though young so wise, though meek so resolute, Might carry to the clouds and to the stars, Yea, to celestial Choirs, Grace Darling's name! William Wordsworth.
Hace 4 días · To A Sky-lark. Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find. That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary.
Hace 3 días · To A Painter. All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed; But 'tis a fruitless task to paint for me, Who, yielding not to changes Time has made, By the habitual light of memory see. Eyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade, And smiles that from their birth - place ne'er shall flee. Into the land where ghosts and phantoms be;
Hace 3 días · Thou Surely Art Poem by William Wordsworth. O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art. Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Now sleeping in these peaceful groves. That was the song -- the song for me! O Nightingale! thou surely art A creature of a 'fiery heart':-- These notes of thine--they pierce and pierce; Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Thou sing'st as i.
Hace 5 días · The Childless Father. 'Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds.'. The girls on the hills made a holiday show. One Child did it bear, and that Child was his last. The horse and the horn, and the hark! hark away! With a leisurely motion the door of his hut. 'The key I must take, for my Ellen is dead.'.
Hace 3 días · Three Years She Grew In Sun And Shower, 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. "Myself will to my darling be. Both law and impulse: and with me.
Hace 2 días · While thus from theme to theme the Historian passed, The words he uttered, and the scene that lay Before our eyes, awakened in my mind Vivid remembrance of those long-past hours; When, in the holl
