Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1883 |
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... wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will not turn Into the dale of Yarrow . ' Let beeves and home - bred kine partake The sweets of Burn - mill meadow ; The swan on still Saint Mary's Lake Float double , swan and shadow ...
... wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will not turn Into the dale of Yarrow . ' Let beeves and home - bred kine partake The sweets of Burn - mill meadow ; The swan on still Saint Mary's Lake Float double , swan and shadow ...
Sida 44
... wandering seem but folly , — Should we be loath to stir from home , And yet be melancholy ; Should life be dull , and spirits low , ' Twill soothe us in our sorrow , That earth has something yet to show , The bonny holms of Yarrow ...
... wandering seem but folly , — Should we be loath to stir from home , And yet be melancholy ; Should life be dull , and spirits low , ' Twill soothe us in our sorrow , That earth has something yet to show , The bonny holms of Yarrow ...
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... wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the journey through their little day , And fondly dream an idle hour away . 93 FROM ITALY . ' But who comes , Brushing the SAMUEL ROGERS .
... wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the journey through their little day , And fondly dream an idle hour away . 93 FROM ITALY . ' But who comes , Brushing the SAMUEL ROGERS .
Sida 97
... have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something , Something he could not find- he knew not what . When he was gone , the house remained awhile VOL . IV . H Silent and tenantless - then went to strangers . Full SAMUEL ROGERS . 97.
... have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something , Something he could not find- he knew not what . When he was gone , the house remained awhile VOL . IV . H Silent and tenantless - then went to strangers . Full SAMUEL ROGERS . 97.
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... wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores , beneath the crags Of ancient mountain , and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds ...
... wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores , beneath the crags Of ancient mountain , and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds ...
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Sida 280 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Sida 28 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Sida 363 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Sida 405 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Sida 411 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Sida 278 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Sida 281 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 331 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth...
Sida 407 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Sida 407 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.