The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volym 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... Never before to human sight betrayed . Lo , in the vale , the mists of evening spread ! The visionary Arches are not there , Nor the green Islands , nor the shining Seas ; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head , Whence I have risen ...
... Never before to human sight betrayed . Lo , in the vale , the mists of evening spread ! The visionary Arches are not there , Nor the green Islands , nor the shining Seas ; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head , Whence I have risen ...
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... never wishing to be free . This tiresome night , O Sleep ! thou art to me A Fly , that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet , now above Now on the water vexed with mockery . I have no pain that calls for patience , no ...
... never wishing to be free . This tiresome night , O Sleep ! thou art to me A Fly , that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet , now above Now on the water vexed with mockery . I have no pain that calls for patience , no ...
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... Flesh is crost ? Perverse , self - willed to own and to disown , Mere slave of them who never for thee prayed , Still last to come where thou art wanted most ! XIV . TO SLEEP . A FLOCK of sheep that SONNETS . 15 To Sleep To Sleep.
... Flesh is crost ? Perverse , self - willed to own and to disown , Mere slave of them who never for thee prayed , Still last to come where thou art wanted most ! XIV . TO SLEEP . A FLOCK of sheep that SONNETS . 15 To Sleep To Sleep.
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... never sought , Comes to me not ; malignant truth , or lie . Hence have I genial seasons , hence have I Smooth passions , smooth discourse , and joyous thought : And thus from day to day my little boat Rocks in its harbour , lodging ...
... never sought , Comes to me not ; malignant truth , or lie . Hence have I genial seasons , hence have I Smooth passions , smooth discourse , and joyous thought : And thus from day to day my little boat Rocks in its harbour , lodging ...
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... never were imagined , lay ' Mid seas how steadfast ! objects all for the eye Of silent rapture ; but we felt the while We should forget them ; they are of the sky , And from our earthly memory fade away . V. ' they are of the sky , And ...
... never were imagined , lay ' Mid seas how steadfast ! objects all for the eye Of silent rapture ; but we felt the while We should forget them ; they are of the sky , And from our earthly memory fade away . V. ' they are of the sky , And ...
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admiration aught beauty behold beneath blind bower brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer clouds COLEORTON Countess of Winchilsea dark dear delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove Guernica happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human Kent's green King labour Lady lake liberty light living lonely Lord MALHAM COVE meek Merlin mighty mind mountains nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain peace pensive Poems Poet poetry pomp praise princely company pure pure song rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare shine shore sigh sight silent sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thou art thought towers triumph truth vale Viriatus voice wild wind wing Yarrow Ye men youth
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Sida 123 - O 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.
Sida 128 - For why ? — because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Sida 134 - And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my ' winsome Marrow,' " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town. Who have been buying, selling, Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own ; Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downward with the Tweed, Nor turn aside to Yarrow. There's...
Sida 35 - 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 everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sida 50 - SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It...
Sida 135 - What's Yarrow but a river bare, That glides the dark hills under ? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder.
Sida 191 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now and...
Sida 41 - 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 134 - From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my " winsome Marrow" " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow.
Sida 136 - Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown ! It must, or we shall rue it : We have a vision of our own ; Ah ! why should we undo it...