Wordsworth: Poems in Two Volumes, 1807Clarendon Press, 1914 - 470 sidor |
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Alice Fell Barron Field beauty Binnorie Bird Blind Highland Boy bright brother Brougham Castle Butterfly Calais Castle chearful Child Coleorton Coleridge Composed Daisy dance Dated by Wordsworth delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth dream earth England fear feeling Flower France Friend Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill human imagination King of Sweden Lake liberty lines live lonely look Lyrical Ballads melancholy mighty Milton mind mood moral mountain Nature never o'er Ode to Duty passion pleasure poem poet poetic poetry praise Prel River Duddon Rob Roy rock seem'd sense sight silent sing sister sleep Solitary Reaper solitude song Sonnet 12 Sonnet 21 sorrow soul sound spirit stanza strong sweet thee thine things thou art thought Vale Vide D. W.'s Journal vide Sonnet vision voice William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth's Note Written Yarrow youth
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Sida 322 - 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 pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Sida 131 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Sida 332 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Sida 22 - 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.
Sida xlii - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Sida 150 - 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...
Sida 223 - 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 Outdid 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 inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the...
Sida 332 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...
Sida 142 - 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...
Sida 312 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.