Poems, in Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 170 стор. |
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... live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are Violets , They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine , ' Tis the little Celandine . * Common ...
... live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are Violets , They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine , ' Tis the little Celandine . * Common ...
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... . And bless'd are they who in the main This faith , even now , do entertain : Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet find that other strength , according to their need . I , loving freedom , and untried ; No sport 71.
... . And bless'd are they who in the main This faith , even now , do entertain : Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet find that other strength , according to their need . I , loving freedom , and untried ; No sport 71.
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... Oh ! let my weakness have an end ! Give unto me , made lowly wise , The spirit of self - sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live ! POEMS COMPOSED DURING A TOUR , CHIEFLY ON FOOT . 74.
... Oh ! let my weakness have an end ! Give unto me , made lowly wise , The spirit of self - sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live ! POEMS COMPOSED DURING A TOUR , CHIEFLY ON FOOT . 74.
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... live , and what is it you do ? " He with a smile did then his words repeat ; And said , that , gathering Leeches , far and wide He travelled ; stirring thus about his feet The waters of the Ponds where they abide . " 96.
... live , and what is it you do ? " He with a smile did then his words repeat ; And said , that , gathering Leeches , far and wide He travelled ; stirring thus about his feet The waters of the Ponds where they abide . " 96.
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... live with children round her knees : Books , leisure , perfect freedom , and the talk Man holds with week - day man in the hourly walk Of the mind's business : these are the degrees By which true Sway doth mount ; this is the stalk True ...
... live with children round her knees : Books , leisure , perfect freedom , and the talk Man holds with week - day man in the hourly walk Of the mind's business : these are the degrees By which true Sway doth mount ; this is the stalk True ...
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beautiful behold Bird blessed blind bliss bowers brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Butterfly CALAIS Castle chearful Child clouds Clovenford Creature Cuckoo dance dead dear delight dost doth dream earth Egremont Castle espy eyes fair fancy fear flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle gladness glee glittering glory grave grief ground happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill hour human weight Jedborough Kent's green Lake land live lonely look look'd Lord Lord Clifford melancholy mighty mind Mother mountain mournfully never night o'er pleasure POEMS praise rest RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy rocks Scotland seem'd seen Shepherd shew sight silent sing sleep solitary Reaper song SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stepping westward strife sweet thine things thou art thought Traveller trees Vale vex'd voice waters WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Yarrow Ye Men
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Сторінка 144 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 138 - 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 145 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...
Сторінка 14 - 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 138 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, " with pomp of waters, unwithstood." Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the...
Сторінка 119 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Сторінка 71 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Сторінка 130 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will...
Сторінка 151 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Сторінка 55 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.