The Gypsy Trail: An Anthology for Campers, àÅèÁ·Õè 1M. Kennerley, 1914 - 397 ˹éÒ |
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... are whiter down the vale , And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea ; Where now the seamew pipes , or dives In yonder 17 SPRING Now FADES THE LAST STREAK OF SNOW Sherman Edward Carpenter LONG Alfred Tennyson.
... are whiter down the vale , And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea ; Where now the seamew pipes , or dives In yonder 17 SPRING Now FADES THE LAST STREAK OF SNOW Sherman Edward Carpenter LONG Alfred Tennyson.
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... sail forth as in a ship ! To glide with thee , O Soul , o'er all , in all , as a ship o'er the waters ! Gathering these hints , these preludes - the blue sky , the grass , the morning drops of dew ; ( With additional songs - every ...
... sail forth as in a ship ! To glide with thee , O Soul , o'er all , in all , as a ship o'er the waters ! Gathering these hints , these preludes - the blue sky , the grass , the morning drops of dew ; ( With additional songs - every ...
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... sails . Ralph Waldo Emerson CHARACTER HE sun set , but set not his hope : TH Stars rose ; his faith was earlier up : Fixed on the enormous galaxy , Deeper and older seemed his eye ; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of ...
... sails . Ralph Waldo Emerson CHARACTER HE sun set , but set not his hope : TH Stars rose ; his faith was earlier up : Fixed on the enormous galaxy , Deeper and older seemed his eye ; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of ...
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... sail , Amid the wafting winds ( thou pressing me to thee , I thee to me , O soul ) , Caroling free singing our song ... Sailing these seas , or on the hills , or waking in the night , Thoughts , silent thoughts , of Time , and Space ...
... sail , Amid the wafting winds ( thou pressing me to thee , I thee to me , O soul ) , Caroling free singing our song ... Sailing these seas , or on the hills , or waking in the night , Thoughts , silent thoughts , of Time , and Space ...
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... sail ! haul out shake out every - Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough ? Have we not grovell'd here long enough , eating and drinking like mere brutes ? Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long ...
... sail ! haul out shake out every - Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough ? Have we not grovell'd here long enough , eating and drinking like mere brutes ? Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Behold beneath birds Bliss Carman blow blue boughs breast breath bright calm Camelot clouds dark dear death deep doth dream earth Edward Carpenter eternal eyes fair feet fire flame float flower foam forest forever glad gleam golden green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Joseph von Eichendorff Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves Leetle Lac Grenier light live lone Lord Lord Tennyson Matthew Arnold moon morning mountain never night o'er ocean Percy Bysshe Shelley pine rain Ralph Waldo Emerson river road rocks round sail Samian wine shadow shining shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou art thro tree unto vale voice Walt Whitman wander waters waves weary wild William Wordsworth wind wings woods yellow
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˹éÒ 368 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
˹éÒ 385 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
˹éÒ 332 - Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
˹éÒ 50 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said : Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; For I will demand of thee and answer thou me.
˹éÒ 357 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
˹éÒ 333 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
˹éÒ 83 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
˹éÒ 334 - My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
˹éÒ 396 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
˹éÒ 251 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.