Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 sidor |
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... breathe , Accordant to the measure . The vapours linger round the Heights , They melt - and soon must vanish ; One hour is theirs ' , nor more is mine- Sad thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine ...
... breathe , Accordant to the measure . The vapours linger round the Heights , They melt - and soon must vanish ; One hour is theirs ' , nor more is mine- Sad thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine ...
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... breath and eye - sight fail ; and , one by one , The Dogs are stretched among the mountain fern . Where is the throng , the tumult of the race ? The bugles that so joyfully were blown ? -This Chase it looks not like an earthly Chase ...
... breath and eye - sight fail ; and , one by one , The Dogs are stretched among the mountain fern . Where is the throng , the tumult of the race ? The bugles that so joyfully were blown ? -This Chase it looks not like an earthly Chase ...
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... breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Was never man in such a joyful case ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north , south , and west , And gazed and gazed upon that ...
... breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Was never man in such a joyful case ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north , south , and west , And gazed and gazed upon that ...
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... breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended , we are laid asleep In body , and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony , and the deep power of joy , We see ...
... breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended , we are laid asleep In body , and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony , and the deep power of joy , We see ...
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... breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . -Who he was That piled these stones , and with the mossy sod First covered o'er , and taught this aged Tree ...
... breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . -Who he was That piled these stones , and with the mossy sod First covered o'er , and taught this aged Tree ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Sida 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Sida 336 - 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; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Sida 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Sida 346 - 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 345 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Sida 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Sida 352 - 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 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Sida 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 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.
Sida 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...