PoemsGinn, 1897 - 522 стор. |
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१९ ९९ Æneid Alfoxden altered beauty behold birds bowers breath bright brother calm cheer child clouds Cockermouth Coleridge cottage creature Cuckoo dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage earth Excursion fair faith fancy fear feeling flowers Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human imagination lake Laodamia light lines live look Lyrical Ballads mind morning mortal mountains nature Nether Stowey never night o'er Ode to Duty passion Peele Castle pleasure poem poet poetry Prelude published in 1807 replaced RIVER DUDDON rock round Rydal Mount says seemed shade Shepherd sight silent sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spring stanza stars stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art Town-end trees vale verse voice walks wandering wild William Wordsworth wind words written Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 48 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Сторінка 184 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Сторінка 222 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Сторінка 137 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Сторінка 47 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.— I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Сторінка 46 - To them I may have owed another gift. Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened...
Сторінка 203 - And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Сторінка 319 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Сторінка 226 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight. And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Сторінка 185 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.