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... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . LEONARD . You live , Sir , in these dales , a quiet life : Your years make up one peaceful family ; And who would grieve and fret , if , welcome 68 NARRATIVE POEMS .
... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . LEONARD . You live , Sir , in these dales , a quiet life : Your years make up one peaceful family ; And who would grieve and fret , if , welcome 68 NARRATIVE POEMS .
Sida 76
... peace upon his father's land , And lay his bones among us . LEONARD . If that day Should come , ' t would needs be a glad day for him ; He would himself , no doubt , be happy then As any that should meet him- PRIEST . Happy ! Sir ...
... peace upon his father's land , And lay his bones among us . LEONARD . If that day Should come , ' t would needs be a glad day for him ; He would himself , no doubt , be happy then As any that should meet him- PRIEST . Happy ! Sir ...
Sida 93
... peace , or seeming peace , Ere the night fell : —with morrow's dawn the Boy Began his journey , and when he had reached The public way , he put on a bold face ; And all the neighbours , as he passed their doors , Came forth with wishes ...
... peace , or seeming peace , Ere the night fell : —with morrow's dawn the Boy Began his journey , and when he had reached The public way , he put on a bold face ; And all the neighbours , as he passed their doors , Came forth with wishes ...
Sida 97
... peace Had settled , " Tis , " said I , " a burning day : My lips are parched with thirst , but you , it seems , Have somewhere found relief . " He , at the word , Pointing towards a sweet - brier , bade me climb The fence where that ...
... peace Had settled , " Tis , " said I , " a burning day : My lips are parched with thirst , but you , it seems , Have somewhere found relief . " He , at the word , Pointing towards a sweet - brier , bade me climb The fence where that ...
Sida 99
... peace Might live on earth a life of happiness . Her wedded Partner lacked not on his side The humble worth that satisfied her heart : Frugal , affectionate , sober , and withal Keenly industrious . She with pride would tell That he was ...
... peace Might live on earth a life of happiness . Her wedded Partner lacked not on his side The humble worth that satisfied her heart : Frugal , affectionate , sober , and withal Keenly industrious . She with pride would tell That he was ...
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Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheer clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream earth F. T. PALGRAVE fair fancy fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur Nature Nature's never o'er pass passion peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round season shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing SIR NOEL PATON Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stars streams summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees truth Vale voice wander wild wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Sida 192 - 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 214 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Sida 196 - 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Sida 3 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
Sida 198 - 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 xxxi - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Sida xv - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Sida 190 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Sida 179 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Sida 135 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.