The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... give some sort of record to such incidents , and renew the gratifica- tion of such feelings , names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends , and the following Poems written in consequence . I. It was an April ...
... give some sort of record to such incidents , and renew the gratifica- tion of such feelings , names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends , and the following Poems written in consequence . I. It was an April ...
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... give to thee , for praise or blame , As is the humor of the game , While I am gazing . A nun demure , of lowly port ; Or sprightly maiden , of Love's court , In thy simplicity the sport Of all temptations ; A queen in crown of rubies ...
... give to thee , for praise or blame , As is the humor of the game , While I am gazing . A nun demure , of lowly port ; Or sprightly maiden , of Love's court , In thy simplicity the sport Of all temptations ; A queen in crown of rubies ...
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... gives to all the selfsame bent Where life is wise and innocent . 1803 . XV . THE REDBREAST CHASING THE BUTTERFLY . ART thou the bird whom Man loves best , The pious bird with the scarlet breast , Our little English Robin ; The bird that ...
... gives to all the selfsame bent Where life is wise and innocent . 1803 . XV . THE REDBREAST CHASING THE BUTTERFLY . ART thou the bird whom Man loves best , The pious bird with the scarlet breast , Our little English Robin ; The bird that ...
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... give , Your portraits still may reach the heart , And there for gentle pleasure live ; While Fancy raging with free scope Shall on some lovely Alien set A name with us endeared to hope , To peace , or fond regret . Still as we look with ...
... give , Your portraits still may reach the heart , And there for gentle pleasure live ; While Fancy raging with free scope Shall on some lovely Alien set A name with us endeared to hope , To peace , or fond regret . Still as we look with ...
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... gives A slender , unexpected strain ; Proof that the hermitess still lives , Though she appear not , and be sought in vain . Say , Dora ! tell me , by yon placid moon , If called to choose between the favored pair , Which would you be ...
... gives A slender , unexpected strain ; Proof that the hermitess still lives , Though she appear not , and be sought in vain . Say , Dora ! tell me , by yon placid moon , If called to choose between the favored pair , Which would you be ...
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beauty behold beneath Benjamin Binnorie bird BLACK COMB blest bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheer Child clouds curious pastime dance dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear flowers gazed gentle glad gleam glory Glowworms grace Grasmere green Grongar Hill grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour Laodamia light living lofty lonely look LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING lyre Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountains murmur Muse Nature never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell pleasure rapture rills river Swale rock round RYDAL MOUNT self-taught art shade side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spot stars stir stone strain stream sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Youth
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Сторінка 126 - 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 Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Сторінка 191 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 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.
Сторінка 158 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Сторінка 191 - Oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Сторінка 187 - 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 157 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? VII I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Сторінка 118 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near.
Сторінка 128 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Сторінка 155 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Сторінка 339 - This 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.