Select Pieces from the Poems of William WordsworthJ. Burns, 1843 - 233 стор. |
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... silent creature , That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature . Address to the Scholars of a Village - School on the Death of their Master . I COME ...
... silent creature , That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature . Address to the Scholars of a Village - School on the Death of their Master . I COME ...
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... silent flood ; And mourn when thou art all alone , Thou woodman in the distant wood ! Thou old blind sailor , rich in joy Though blind , thy tunes in sadness hum ; And mourn , thou poor half - witted boy , Born deaf , and living deaf ...
... silent flood ; And mourn when thou art all alone , Thou woodman in the distant wood ! Thou old blind sailor , rich in joy Though blind , thy tunes in sadness hum ; And mourn , thou poor half - witted boy , Born deaf , and living deaf ...
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... silent trees , and saw the intruding sky . Then , dearest maiden , move along these shades In gentleness of heart ; with gentle hand Touch , for there is a spirit in the woods . The Childless father . UP , Timothy , up with.
... silent trees , and saw the intruding sky . Then , dearest maiden , move along these shades In gentleness of heart ; with gentle hand Touch , for there is a spirit in the woods . The Childless father . UP , Timothy , up with.
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... silent crew , A boat is ready to pursue ; And from the shore their course they take , And swiftly down the running lake They follow the blind boy . But soon they move with softer pace : So have ye seen the fowler chase , On Grasmere's ...
... silent crew , A boat is ready to pursue ; And from the shore their course they take , And swiftly down the running lake They follow the blind boy . But soon they move with softer pace : So have ye seen the fowler chase , On Grasmere's ...
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... he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent joy . Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood.
... he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent joy . Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood.
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Сторінка 4 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Сторінка 5 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.
Сторінка 43 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings...
Сторінка 168 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Сторінка 25 - 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 164 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Сторінка 93 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Сторінка 147 - tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Сторінка 159 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ,, And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Сторінка 27 - ... Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...