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  1. Hace 3 días · Composed Upon An Evening Of Extraordinary Splendour And Beauty. I. Had this effulgence disappeared. With flying haste, I might have sent, Among the speechless clouds, a look. Of blank astonishment; But 'tis endued with power to stay, And sanctify one closing day, That frail Mortality may see,

  2. Hace 1 día · We might have made a kindly bed of heath, And thankfully there rested side by side. Wrapped in our cloaks, and, with recruited strength, Have hailed the morning sun. But cheerily, Father,, That staff of yours, I could almost have heart. To fling't away from you: you make no use.

  3. Hace 2 días · There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float. Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like the crescent-moon. And now I 'have' a little Boat, In shape a very crescent-moon. Fast through the clouds my boat can sail; But if perchance your faith should fail,

  4. Hace 4 días · Resolution And Independence. And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy. Dim sadness-and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

  5. Hace 1 día · And two are gone to sea. “Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I. Dwell near them with my mother.”. “You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!-I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.”.

  6. Hace 3 días · Three Years She Grew. 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.

  7. Hace 4 días · Instinctive homage pay; Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath. To honor thee, sweet May! Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs. Behold a smokeless sky, Their puniest flower -pot-nursling dares. To open a bright eye. And if, on this thy natal morn, The pole, from which thy name.

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