The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... touch . Back to the joyless Ocean thou art gone ; Nor from this vestige of thy musing hours Could I withhold thy honored name , and now - I love the fir - grove with a perfect love . Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns Shine hot ...
... touch . Back to the joyless Ocean thou art gone ; Nor from this vestige of thy musing hours Could I withhold thy honored name , and now - I love the fir - grove with a perfect love . Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns Shine hot ...
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... touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) , and look up In honor of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be confounded with live growths , Most dainty , most admired , Were only blossoms ...
... touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) , and look up In honor of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be confounded with live growths , Most dainty , most admired , Were only blossoms ...
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... touch how sensitive Is the light ash ! that , pendent from the brow Of yon dim cave , in seeming silence makes A soft eye - music of slow - waving boughs , Powerful almost as vocal harmony To stay the wanderer's steps and soothe his ...
... touch how sensitive Is the light ash ! that , pendent from the brow Of yon dim cave , in seeming silence makes A soft eye - music of slow - waving boughs , Powerful almost as vocal harmony To stay the wanderer's steps and soothe his ...
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... Touch , for there is a spirit in the woods . - 1799 . VII . THE SIMPLON PASS . BROOK and road Were fellow - travellers in this gloomy Pass , And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step . The immeasurable height Of woods ...
... Touch , for there is a spirit in the woods . - 1799 . VII . THE SIMPLON PASS . BROOK and road Were fellow - travellers in this gloomy Pass , And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step . The immeasurable height Of woods ...
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... touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . XII . I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales ...
... touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . XII . I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales ...
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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.