The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform * This line has a close resemblance to an admirable line of Young , the exact expression of which I cannot recollect . The mind that is within us , so impress With 184 TINTERN ABBEY .
... lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform * This line has a close resemblance to an admirable line of Young , the exact expression of which I cannot recollect . The mind that is within us , so impress With 184 TINTERN ABBEY .
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... admiration from one with whose name yours has been often coupled ( to use your own words ) for X evil and for good ; and believe me to be , with earnest wishes that life and health may be granted you 190 DEDICATION .
... admiration from one with whose name yours has been often coupled ( to use your own words ) for X evil and for good ; and believe me to be , with earnest wishes that life and health may be granted you 190 DEDICATION .
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... pre- fixed to his admirable views ) are invariably found to flow through these caverns . Doufoushetik tuo nulis va dest Cistne Juti } ༥ XXI . -ROO MALHAM COVE . WAS the aim frustrated 324 SONNETS , Pure element of waters! -
... pre- fixed to his admirable views ) are invariably found to flow through these caverns . Doufoushetik tuo nulis va dest Cistne Juti } ༥ XXI . -ROO MALHAM COVE . WAS the aim frustrated 324 SONNETS , Pure element of waters! -
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... admiration of absurdities , extravagances , and misplaced ornaments , thinking it proper that their under- standings should enjoy a holiday , while they are unbending their minds with verse , it may be expected that such Readers will ...
... admiration of absurdities , extravagances , and misplaced ornaments , thinking it proper that their under- standings should enjoy a holiday , while they are unbending their minds with verse , it may be expected that such Readers will ...
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... admiration by aught that is unworthy of it ?. · Among those and those only , who , never having suffered their youthful love of poetry to remit much of its force , have applied to the consideration of the laws of this art the best power ...
... admiration by aught that is unworthy of it ?. · Among those and those only , who , never having suffered their youthful love of poetry to remit much of its force , have applied to the consideration of the laws of this art the best power ...
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admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Сторінка 60 - 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 way-lay.
Сторінка 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Сторінка 64 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Сторінка 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Сторінка 289 - 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.
Сторінка 182 - 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Сторінка 47 - 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; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Сторінка 268 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Сторінка 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...