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Há 4 dias · The Charm is over; the mute Phantoms gone, Nor will return, but droop not, favoured Youth; The apparition that before thee shone. Obeyed a summons covetous of truth. From these wild rocks thy footsteps I will guide. To bowers in which thy fortune may be tried, And one of the bright Three become thy happy Bride.
Há 2 dias · Flung back, and; in the sky's blue caves, reborn. On with your pastime! till the church-tower bells. A greeting give of measured glee; And milder echoes from their cells. Repeat the bridal symphony. Then, or far earlier, let us rove. Where mists are breaking up or gone, And from aloft look down into a cove.
Há 2 dias · 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.
Há 1 dia · Written In Very Early Youth. CALM is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal. O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Há 2 dias · The Rainbow. My heart leaps up when I behold. A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be.
Há 4 dias · But when the Pony moved his legs, Oh! then for the poor Idiot Boy! For joy he cannot hold the bridle, For joy his head and heels are idle, He's idle all for very joy. And while the Pony moves his legs, In Johnny's left hand you may see. The green bough motionless and dead: The Moon that shines above his head.
Há 2 dias · Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain. V. Long had he fancied each successive slope. Concealed some cottage, whither he might turn. And rest; but now along heaven 's darkening cope. The crows rushed by in eddies, homeward borne. Thus warned he sought some shepherd's spreading thorn.
