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Sida xxxvii
... the tidal " respirations " of the sea ( Excursion , viii . 141 , and Tour in 1833 , xxxvi . 11 ) ; the green moss - grown stones that lie scattered under the shady trees , " like a flock of GENERAL INTRODUCTION . xxxvii.
... the tidal " respirations " of the sea ( Excursion , viii . 141 , and Tour in 1833 , xxxvi . 11 ) ; the green moss - grown stones that lie scattered under the shady trees , " like a flock of GENERAL INTRODUCTION . xxxvii.
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... stones That , fleeced with moss , under the shady trees , Lay round me , scattered like a flock of sheep- I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound , In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy ...
... stones That , fleeced with moss , under the shady trees , Lay round me , scattered like a flock of sheep- I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound , In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy ...
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... stone Half hidden from the eye ! -Fair as a star , when only one Is shining in the sky- She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and , oh , The difference to me ! II . 5 10 I TRAVELLED ...
... stone Half hidden from the eye ! -Fair as a star , when only one Is shining in the sky- She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and , oh , The difference to me ! II . 5 10 I TRAVELLED ...
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... stones , and trees . HART - LEAP WELL . THE knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor With the slow motion of a summer's cloud , And now , as he approached a vassal's door , 66 ' Bring forth another horse ! " he cried aloud . " Another ...
... stones , and trees . HART - LEAP WELL . THE knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor With the slow motion of a summer's cloud , And now , as he approached a vassal's door , 66 ' Bring forth another horse ! " he cried aloud . " Another ...
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... stone , And planted where thy hoofs the turf have grazed . 65 " And , in the summer - time when days are long , I will come hither with my paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song We will make merry in that pleasant bower ...
... stone , And planted where thy hoofs the turf have grazed . 65 " And , in the summer - time when days are long , I will come hither with my paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song We will make merry in that pleasant bower ...
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Alfoxden beauty behold bird bower bright Brougham Castle calm cheer child childhood clouds Coleridge cuckoo Daffodils death delight Dorothy Wordsworth Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal dost doth dream Duty earth earthly Excursion Faery Faery Queene fear feelings flowers gleam glory Grasmere grave happy Hart-leap hath heart heaven Helvellyn human Intimations of Immortality INTRODUCTION lake Laodamia light lines living lofty London lonely Milton mind moral mountains Nature's o'er Ode to Duty pain passion Peele Castle pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prelude Protesilaus published in 1807 reference Rob Roy Rob Roy's Rydal sense Shaks Shelley sight silent sing sister Sky-lark sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit splendour spring stanza stars sweet sympathy Tennyson thee things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees Venetian Republic Vergil voice Westminster Bridge wild wind wings woods Wordsworth says written youth
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Sida xlii - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Sida 42 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Sida 87 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity.
Sida xxii - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Sida xxx - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Sida 71 - 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!
Sida 90 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not...
Sida 91 - 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 44 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Sida 89 - Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, 100 And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...