The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 стор. |
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... fields so small ! A Juggler's balls old Time about him tossed ; I looked , I stared , I smiled , I laughed ; and all The weight of sadness was in wonder lost . ~ www Old Haunts revisited BEAUMONT ! it was thy wish that I should rear At ...
... fields so small ! A Juggler's balls old Time about him tossed ; I looked , I stared , I smiled , I laughed ; and all The weight of sadness was in wonder lost . ~ www Old Haunts revisited BEAUMONT ! it was thy wish that I should rear At ...
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... the toils Of mortal sympathy ; what wonder then That the poor Harp distempered music yields To its sad Lord , far from his native fields ? AERIAL ROCK - whose solitary brow From this low threshold 6 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
... the toils Of mortal sympathy ; what wonder then That the poor Harp distempered music yields To its sad Lord , far from his native fields ? AERIAL ROCK - whose solitary brow From this low threshold 6 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
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... fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky ; I have thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ! and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry ...
... fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky ; I have thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ! and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry ...
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... fields of air , Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare , If aught be in them of immortal seed , And reason govern that audacious flight Which heaven - ward they direct . Then droop not thou , Erroneously renewing a sad vow In the ...
... fields of air , Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare , If aught be in them of immortal seed , And reason govern that audacious flight Which heaven - ward they direct . Then droop not thou , Erroneously renewing a sad vow In the ...
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... fields half - tilled Gathering green weeds to mix with poppy flower , Thee might thy Minions crown , and chant thy power , Unpitied by the wise , all censure stilled . Ah ! show that worthier honours are thy due ; Fair Prime of life ...
... fields half - tilled Gathering green weeds to mix with poppy flower , Thee might thy Minions crown , and chant thy power , Unpitied by the wise , all censure stilled . Ah ! show that worthier honours are thy due ; Fair Prime of life ...
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Сторінка 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Сторінка 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Сторінка 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Сторінка 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Сторінка 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Сторінка 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Сторінка 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Сторінка 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Сторінка 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Сторінка 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...