The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volym 6


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Sida 42 - Made many a fond enquiry ; and when they, Whose presence gave no comfort, were gone by, Her heart was still more sad. And by yon gate, That bars the traveller's road, she often stood, And when a stranger horseman came, the latch Would lift, and in his face look wistfully : Most happy, if, from aught discovered there Of tender feeling, she might dare repeat The same sad question.
Sida 133 - Happy is he who lives to understand Not human nature only, but explores All natures, to the end that he may find The law that governs each : and where begins The union, the partition where, that makes Kind and degree among all visible beings ; The constitutions, powers, and faculties, Which they inherit, — cannot step beyond, — And cannot fall beneath ; that do assign To every class its station and its office, Through all the mighty commonwealth of things, Up from the creeping plant to sovereign...
Sida 160 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Sida 370 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Sida 162 - With the loud streams : and often, at the hour When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard, Within the circuit of this fabric huge, One voice — the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Unseen, perchance above the power of sight— An iron knell ! with echoes from afar Faint — and still fainter...
Sida 113 - Be left him, trust the freight of his distress To a long voyage on the silent deep ! For like a plague will memory break out ; And, in the blank and solitude of things, Upon his spirit, with a fever's strength, Will conscience prey.
Sida 16 - Of boyhood, many an hour in caves forlorn, And 'mid the hollow depths of naked crags He sate, and even in their fixed lineaments, Or from the power of a peculiar eye, Or by creative feeling overborne, Or by predominance of thought oppressed, Even in their fixed and steady lineaments He traced an ebbing and a flowing mind...
Sida 139 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps; regions consecrate To oldest time! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in her nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...
Sida 151 - Oreads sporting visibly. The Zephyrs, fanning as they passed, their wings, Lacked not, for love, fair objects, whom they wooed With gentle whisper. Withered boughs grotesque, Stripped of their leaves and twigs by hoary age, From depth of shaggy covert peeping forth, In the low vale, or on steep...
Sida 146 - The imaginative faculty was lord Of observations natural ; and, thus Led on, those shepherds made report of stars In set rotation passing to and fro...

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