The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Том 1Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... We talked of change , of winter gone , Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray , Of birds that build their nests and sing , And all " since Mother went away ! " To her these tales they will repeat , To her THE MOTHER'S RETURN .
... We talked of change , of winter gone , Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray , Of birds that build their nests and sing , And all " since Mother went away ! " To her these tales they will repeat , To her THE MOTHER'S RETURN .
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... green , the ass's colt , The lambs that in the meadow go . -But , see , the evening star comes forth ! To bed the children must depart ; A moment's heaviness they feel , A sadness at the heart : ' Tis gone — and in a merry fit They run ...
... green , the ass's colt , The lambs that in the meadow go . -But , see , the evening star comes forth ! To bed the children must depart ; A moment's heaviness they feel , A sadness at the heart : ' Tis gone — and in a merry fit They run ...
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... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 66 To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " 66 That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 66 To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " 66 That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
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... ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there 20 WE ARE SEVEN .
... ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there 20 WE ARE SEVEN .
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... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - and each trace Of inward sadness had its charm ; Kilve , thought I ...
... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - and each trace Of inward sadness had its charm ; Kilve , thought I ...
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Alps art thou babe beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy bird blessed bowers breast breath bright brook CHARLES LAMB cheer child church-yard clouds cottage cried dead dear delight door dread earth Ennerdale eyes Fancy father fear flowers gale gleam gone Grasmere grave green happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope horse hour Idiot Boy images Johnny Kilve lamb LEONARD light live look Luke lyre Maid marsh-marigold mind moon mother mountains never night o'er pain passed pleasure Poem Poet poor porringer PRIEST racter rill road rocks round RYDAL MOUNT SALISBURY PLAIN shade Shepherd side sight silent sing sleep snow song sorrow soul sound steep Susan sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice waggon waterfall ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood word Youth
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Сторінка 19 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Сторінка 38 - Wisdom and spirit of the universe ! Thou soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul...
Сторінка 16 - That, father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon.
Сторінка 20 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Сторінка 223 - Where was their occupation and abode. And hence this Tale, while I was yet a Boy Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel 30 For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life. Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts ; And, with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets,...
Сторінка 3 - 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; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Сторінка 40 - Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star That fled, and, flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain...
Сторінка xx - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. The...
Сторінка xxxiii - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Сторінка 239 - tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.