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... , Yorkshire . Those words were uttered as in pensive mood While not a leaf seems faded ; while the fields How clear , how keen , how marvellously bright Composed during a Storm To a Snowdrop To the Lady Mary Lowther To Lady CONTENTS . vii.
... , Yorkshire . Those words were uttered as in pensive mood While not a leaf seems faded ; while the fields How clear , how keen , how marvellously bright Composed during a Storm To a Snowdrop To the Lady Mary Lowther To Lady CONTENTS . vii.
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... seems to send Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts . The meteors make of it a favorite haunt : The star of Jove , so beautiful and large In the mid - heavens , is never half so fair As when he shines above it . ' Tis in truth The ...
... seems to send Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts . The meteors make of it a favorite haunt : The star of Jove , so beautiful and large In the mid - heavens , is never half so fair As when he shines above it . ' Tis in truth The ...
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... seems but to complain ; Fancy , intent to harass and annoy , Can thus pervert the evidence of joy . Through border wilds where naked Indians stray , Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill ; A feathered taskmaster cries , " WORK AWAY ...
... seems but to complain ; Fancy , intent to harass and annoy , Can thus pervert the evidence of joy . Through border wilds where naked Indians stray , Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill ; A feathered taskmaster cries , " WORK AWAY ...
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... seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . How would it please old Ocean to partake , With sailors longing for a breeze in vain , The harmony thy notes most gladly make , Where earth resembles most his own ...
... seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . How would it please old Ocean to partake , With sailors longing for a breeze in vain , The harmony thy notes most gladly make , Where earth resembles most his own ...
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... ; A queen in crown of rubies drest ; A starveling in a scanty vest ; Are all , as seems to suit thee best , Thy appellations . A little cyclops , with one eye Staring to threaten 36 POEMS OF THE FANCY . To the same Flower.
... ; A queen in crown of rubies drest ; A starveling in a scanty vest ; Are all , as seems to suit thee best , Thy appellations . A little cyclops , with one eye Staring to threaten 36 POEMS OF THE FANCY . To the same Flower.
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beauty behold beneath Benjamin bird BLACK COMB blest bloom bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow calm cheer child clouds curious pastime dance dark dear deep delight divine doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear flowers gazed gentle gleam glory glowworm grace Grasmere green Grongar Hill grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn heroic arts hill hope hour human weight Laodamia light living lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountain murmur Muse Nature never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell pleasure poor rills river Swale rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade side sight silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stir stone stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thou 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.