The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 sidor |
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... sweet than Castaly . A little THERE is a little unpretending Rill unpretend- Of limpid water , humbler far than aught ing Rill That ever among Men or Naiads sought Notice or name ! —It quivers down the hill , Furrowing its shallow way ...
... sweet than Castaly . A little THERE is a little unpretending Rill unpretend- Of limpid water , humbler far than aught ing Rill That ever among Men or Naiads sought Notice or name ! —It quivers down the hill , Furrowing its shallow way ...
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... sweet Book , The cowslip - bank and shady willow - tree ; And the fresh meads - where flowed , from every nook Of his full bosom , gladsome Piety ! The Wild Duck's Nest Izaak Walton To the Poet , BARD of the Fleece , whose MISCELLANEOUS ...
... sweet Book , The cowslip - bank and shady willow - tree ; And the fresh meads - where flowed , from every nook Of his full bosom , gladsome Piety ! The Wild Duck's Nest Izaak Walton To the Poet , BARD of the Fleece , whose MISCELLANEOUS ...
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... sweet indeed Same . If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay , That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed , That quickens only where Thou say'st it may ...
... sweet indeed Same . If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay , That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed , That quickens only where Thou say'st it may ...
Sida 20
... sweet it is , when mother Fancy rocks through The way ward brain , to saunter through a wood ! a wood An old place , full of many a lovely brood , Tall trees , green arbours , and ground - flowers in flocks ; And wild rose tip - toe ...
... sweet it is , when mother Fancy rocks through The way ward brain , to saunter through a wood ! a wood An old place , full of many a lovely brood , Tall trees , green arbours , and ground - flowers in flocks ; And wild rose tip - toe ...
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... Sweet tones , and caught by a noble Lady blest To rapture ! Mabel listened at the side Of her loved mistress : soon the music died , And Catherine said , Here E set up my rest . Warned in a dream , the Wanderer long had sought A home ...
... Sweet tones , and caught by a noble Lady blest To rapture ! Mabel listened at the side Of her loved mistress : soon the music died , And Catherine said , Here E set up my rest . Warned in a dream , the Wanderer long had sought A home ...
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Sida 79 - 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.
Sida 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Sida 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Sida 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Sida 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Sida 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Sida 75 - 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...
Sida 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Sida 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Sida 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...