The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
Methought beneath a Castle huge I stood,That seemed to grow out of a rock sublime,Through the dominion of its solitudeAugustly ...
Magnificent Creature! so stately and bright!In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight;For what hath the child of the ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
How sweet and solemn at the close of day,After a long and lonely pilgrimageAmong the mountains, where our spirits heldWith ...
'MID the august and never-dying lightOf constellated spirits, who have gain'dA throne in heaven, by power of heavenly acts,And leave ...
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Far in the heart of Island-solitudeOur tent was pitched, beneath a grove of oaks.A scene more solemn never hermit choseFor ...
Methought that in a Burial-groundOne still, sad vernal day,Upon a little daisied moundI in a slumber lay;While faintly through my ...
Though oft in Britain's Isle the breathing bustTo fame consign the patriot-hero's dust,And conquerors waked to mimic life againIn imaged ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
With laughter swimming in thine eye,That told youth's heartfelt revelry;And motion changeful as the wingOf swallow wakened by the spring;With ...
Sylph-like, and with a graceful pride,I saw the wild Louisa glideAlong the dance's glittering row,With footsteps soft as falling snow.On ...
To whom belongs this valley fair,That sleeps beneath the filmy air,Even like a living thing?Silent,-as infant at the breast,-Save a ...
Go up among the mountains, when the stormOf midnight howls, but go in that wild mood,When the soul loves tumultuous ...
It was a dreadful day, when late I passedO'er thy dim vastness, Skiddaw!-Mist and cloudEach subject Fell obscured, and rushing ...
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;Long had I watched the glory ...
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