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Identifier: cambridgebookofp00rog (find matches)
Title: The Cambridge book of poetry and song
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Rogé, Mme. Charlotte Fiske (Bates) 1838- ed. (from old catalog)
Subjects: English poetry American poetry
Publisher: New York, T. Y. Crowell & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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mossy brim to receive it,As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!Not a full, blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it.The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.And now, far removed from the loved habitation,The tear of regret will intrusively swell.As fancy reverts to my fathers plan-tation.And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well —The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket.The moss-covered bucket that hangs in the well! William Wordsworth. (From Lines Compnued a Few Miles AboveTinteni Abbey.) THE SOLACE OF NATURE. Though absent lon^,,These forms of beauty have not been to meAs is a landscape to a blind mans eye:But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the dinOf tOM-ns and cities, T have owed to them. In hours of weariness, sensations sweet.Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;And passing even into my purer mind.With tranquil restoration: feelings tooOf unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps.As may have had no trivial influenceOn that best portion of a good mans life.
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THE OLD Page 666. WORDSWORTH. His little, nameless, unremembered actsOf kindness and of love. Nor less, 1 trust,To them I may have owed another gift,Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,In which the burden of the mystery.In which the heavy and the weary weightOf all this unintelligible worldIs 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 asleepIn body, and become a living soul:While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things. I have learned To look on Nature, not as in thehour Of thoughtless youth; but hearingoftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. Not harsh nor grating, though ofample power To chasten and subdue. And I havefelt A presence that disturbs me with theJoy Of elevated thoughts: a sense sub-lime Of something far more deeply inter-fused , Whose dwell
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