Poems, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... wild sea : and I would have 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 ...
... wild sea : and I would have 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 ...
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... enjoy his strength ; And age to wear away in ! Yon Cottage seems a bower of bliss ; It promises protection To studious ease , and generous cares , And every chaste affection ! How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild 22 .
... enjoy his strength ; And age to wear away in ! Yon Cottage seems a bower of bliss ; It promises protection To studious ease , and generous cares , And every chaste affection ! How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild 22 .
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William Wordsworth. How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild wood's fruits to gather , And on my True - love's forehead plant A crest of blooming heather ! And what if I enwreathed my own ! " Twere no offence to reason ; The sober ...
William Wordsworth. How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild wood's fruits to gather , And on my True - love's forehead plant A crest of blooming heather ! And what if I enwreathed my own ! " Twere no offence to reason ; The sober ...
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... wild ! Last Christmas when we talked of this , Old farmer Simpson did maintain , That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And when at last her time drew near , Her looks were ...
... wild ! Last Christmas when we talked of this , Old farmer Simpson did maintain , That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And when at last her time drew near , Her looks were ...
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... wild Hunt the Mother and the Child . Who will take them from the light ? -Yonder is a Man in sight- Yonder is a House - but where ? No , they must not enter there . To the Caves , and to the Brooks , To the Clouds of Heaven she looks ...
... wild Hunt the Mother and the Child . Who will take them from the light ? -Yonder is a Man in sight- Yonder is a House - but where ? No , they must not enter there . To the Caves , and to the Brooks , To the Clouds of Heaven she looks ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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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...