The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similes , Loose types of things through all degrees , Thoughts of thy raising : And many a fond and idle name I give to thee , for praise or blame ...
... grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similes , Loose types of things through all degrees , Thoughts of thy raising : And many a fond and idle name I give to thee , for praise or blame ...
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... grace the fairest , sweetest plant , Whose presence cheers the drooping frame Of English Emigrant . Gazing , she feels its power beguile Sad thoughts , and breathes with easier breath ; Alas ! that meek , that tender smile Is but a ...
... grace the fairest , sweetest plant , Whose presence cheers the drooping frame Of English Emigrant . Gazing , she feels its power beguile Sad thoughts , and breathes with easier breath ; Alas ! that meek , that tender smile Is but a ...
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William Wordsworth. As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . IV . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; Resting the harp upon his knee ; To words of a forgotten tongue , He suits its ...
William Wordsworth. As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . IV . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; Resting the harp upon his knee ; To words of a forgotten tongue , He suits its ...
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... for its aim , That to the Kind by special grace Their instinct surely came . And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess , 1830 . The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness . 70 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
... for its aim , That to the Kind by special grace Their instinct surely came . And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess , 1830 . The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness . 70 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
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... Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! from thy freaks , – Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Dora's face ; Yes , the sight so stirs and charms - ― Thee , Baby , laughing in my arms , That 80 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
... Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! from thy freaks , – Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Dora's face ; Yes , the sight so stirs and charms - ― Thee , Baby , laughing in my arms , That 80 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
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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.