The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2 |
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... Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost ...
... Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost ...
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appear beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheer Child clouds dark dead dear deep delight doth dread earth face fair faith Fancy fear feel field flowers Friend give grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven height hill hope hour human Lake land leaves less light Line living lonely look Lord memory mind morning mountain Nature never night notes o'er once pain pass peace Peter plain pleasure poor pure rest rise rocks round seemed seen shade side sight silent sleep soft song soul sound spirit spring stands stars steps stood stream sweet tell thee thine things thou thoughts Tower Traveller trees turned vale voice waters wild wind woods Youth
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Сторінка 257 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 165 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Сторінка 101 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 212 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Сторінка 100 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Сторінка 211 - Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Сторінка 104 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
Сторінка 166 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 259 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' 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. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the...
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| Назва | The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2 The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, William Wordsworth |
| Автор | William Wordsworth |
| Видавець | Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 17 лип. 2007 |
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