Poems, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... passed Since dear Mother went away , - your And she to - morrow will return ; To - morrow is the happy day . O blessed tidings ! thought of joy ! The eldest heard with steady glee ; Silent he stood ; then laughed amain , - And shouted ...
... passed Since dear Mother went away , - your And she to - morrow will return ; To - morrow is the happy day . O blessed tidings ! thought of joy ! The eldest heard with steady glee ; Silent he stood ; then laughed amain , - And shouted ...
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... use , bestowed By Wisdom , moralize his pensive road . Host of his welcome inn , the noon - tide bower , To his spare meal he calls the passing poor ; He views the Sun uplift his golden fire , Or 70 -Descriptive Sketches 1793.
... use , bestowed By Wisdom , moralize his pensive road . Host of his welcome inn , the noon - tide bower , To his spare meal he calls the passing poor ; He views the Sun uplift his golden fire , Or 70 -Descriptive Sketches 1793.
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... passing Urseren's open vale serene , Her quiet streams , and hills of downy green , Plunge with the Russ embrowned by Terror's breath , Where danger roofs the narrow walks of death ; By floods , that , thundering from their dizzy height ...
... passing Urseren's open vale serene , Her quiet streams , and hills of downy green , Plunge with the Russ embrowned by Terror's breath , Where danger roofs the narrow walks of death ; By floods , that , thundering from their dizzy height ...
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William Wordsworth. While pastoral pipes and streams the landscape lull , And bells of passing mules that tinkle dull , In solemn shapes before the admiring eye Dilated hang the misty pines on high , Huge convent domes with pinnacles and ...
William Wordsworth. While pastoral pipes and streams the landscape lull , And bells of passing mules that tinkle dull , In solemn shapes before the admiring eye Dilated hang the misty pines on high , Huge convent domes with pinnacles and ...
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... passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning tolled the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er his angry bark foregoes , Touched by the beggar's moan of human woes ; The grassy seat beneath their ...
... passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning tolled the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er his angry bark foregoes , Touched by the beggar's moan of human woes ; The grassy seat beneath their ...
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Adam Bruce Babe bagpipes beneath Betty Foy Betty's Bird bower breath bright brook Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage crag dead dear deep delight door dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair Father fear flowers follow the blind gone grave green happy happy day hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Idiot Boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light limbs live look Maid mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pastoral pipes Poem Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round sail senses fail shade Shepherd shore shout side sight silent sing smiles snow song soul sound steep Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale waterfall ween wild wind woods Youth
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Сторінка 313 - 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. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Сторінка 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Сторінка 130 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Сторінка 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Сторінка 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Сторінка 310 - 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 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Сторінка 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Сторінка 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Сторінка 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.