The poetical works of William Wordsworth [selected] with a prefatory notice by A.J. Symington |
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... bright and hopeful lines , " To the Cuckoo ; " The Daffodils , " whose golden heads before the " inner eye " still continue to flutter and dance in the breeze ; and that exquisite poem , " She was a Phantom of Delight , " addressed to ...
... bright and hopeful lines , " To the Cuckoo ; " The Daffodils , " whose golden heads before the " inner eye " still continue to flutter and dance in the breeze ; and that exquisite poem , " She was a Phantom of Delight , " addressed to ...
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... Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage ...
... Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage ...
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... descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage - roof , At once , the bright moon dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's RELATING TO LUCY . 71.
... descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage - roof , At once , the bright moon dropped . What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's RELATING TO LUCY . 71.
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... bright , Sons , mothers , maidens withering on the stalk , These all wear out of me , like forms with chalk Painted on rich men's floors , for one feast - night . Better than such discourse doth silence long , Long , barren silence ...
... bright , Sons , mothers , maidens withering on the stalk , These all wear out of me , like forms with chalk Painted on rich men's floors , for one feast - night . Better than such discourse doth silence long , Long , barren silence ...
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... bright years ! Ah me ! Our life were life indeed , with thee So passed in quiet bliss , And all the while , " said he , " to know That we were in a world of woe , On such an earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Fond ...
... bright years ! Ah me ! Our life were life indeed , with thee So passed in quiet bliss , And all the while , " said he , " to know That we were in a world of woe , On such an earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Fond ...
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Alfoxden beauty behold beneath blessed bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful Child Child is father churchyard clouds cottage dark dear delight divine dost doth dream dwell earth Ennerdale fair faith fear feeling fields flowers gentle glad glory Grasmere grave green happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart heaven Henry Crabb Robinson hills hope hour human Laodamia Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lyrical Ballads melancholy mighty mind moral morning MOSGIEL mountains murmur Nature Nature's never o'er passed Peter Bell pleasure poems poet praise Priest River Duddon rocks round Rydal Mount Scotland shade Shepherd side sight silent sing sleep song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stone stream sweet tender thee things thou art thoughts trees truth Twill vale voice waters wild William Wordsworth wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Sida 59 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Sida 158 - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This 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 every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Sida 70 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Sida 216 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Sida 138 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
Sida 66 - Wisdom and spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both pain...
Sida 194 - 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...
Sida 220 - 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.
Sida 147 - The old Man still stood talking by my side ; But now his voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard ; nor word from word could I divide ; And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream ; Or like a man from some far region sent, To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.
Sida 60 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...