A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident to-morrows.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
I have felt; A presence that disturbs me with the joy; Of elevated thoughts a sense sublime; Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. . .
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears And humble cares, and delicate fears A heart, the fountain of sweet tears And love and thought and joy.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
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