Poems, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighbourhood . What joy to hear thee , and to see ! Thy elder Brother I would be , Thy Father , any thing to thee ! Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath 5.
... Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighbourhood . What joy to hear thee , and to see ! Thy elder Brother I would be , Thy Father , any thing to thee ! Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath 5.
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William Wordsworth. Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place . Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompence . In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then ...
William Wordsworth. Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place . Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompence . In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then ...
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... in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! 1 Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And 9 XX. ...
... in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! 1 Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And 9 XX. ...
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William Wordsworth. Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough - boy is whooping - anon - anon : There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small ...
William Wordsworth. Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough - boy is whooping - anon - anon : There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small ...
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... hath perish'd ! O that some Minstrel's harp were near , To utter notes of gladness , And chase this silence from the air , That fills my heart with sadness ! Yet why ? —a silvery current flows With uncontrolled meanderings ; Nor have ...
... hath perish'd ! O that some Minstrel's harp were near , To utter notes of gladness , And chase this silence from the air , That fills my heart with sadness ! Yet why ? —a silvery current flows With uncontrolled meanderings ; Nor have ...
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Сторінка 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour ; .England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Сторінка 355 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Сторінка 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Сторінка 338 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Сторінка 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Сторінка 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Сторінка 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Сторінка 30 - 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 354 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...