The Poetical Works of WordsworthJ. W. Lovell Company, 1881 - 707 sidor |
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... Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland ... 271 271 Written in London , September , 1802 ...... 272 ... thought of that the Flood .. 272 When I have borne in memory what has tamed ...... 272 One might believe that natural ...
... Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland ... 271 271 Written in London , September , 1802 ...... 272 ... thought of that the Flood .. 272 When I have borne in memory what has tamed ...... 272 One might believe that natural ...
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... thought , Owed him no service ; wherefore he at once With indignation turned himself away , And with the food of pride sustained his soul In solitude . boughs - Stranger ! these gloomy Had charms for him ; and here he loved to sit , His ...
... thought , Owed him no service ; wherefore he at once With indignation turned himself away , And with the food of pride sustained his soul In solitude . boughs - Stranger ! these gloomy Had charms for him ; and here he loved to sit , His ...
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... thought would be brought to a speedy close by the irresistible arms of Great Britain being added to those of the allies , I was as- sured in my own mind would be of long continuance , and productive of distress and misery beyond all ...
... thought would be brought to a speedy close by the irresistible arms of Great Britain being added to those of the allies , I was as- sured in my own mind would be of long continuance , and productive of distress and misery beyond all ...
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... thought resigned with pain , when from the mast The impatient mariner the sail unfurled , And , whistling , called the wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home And from all hope I was forever hurled . For ...
... thought resigned with pain , when from the mast The impatient mariner the sail unfurled , And , whistling , called the wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home And from all hope I was forever hurled . For ...
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... thought has Idon . That I should leave you at this house , and thence Proceed alone . It shall be so ; for strength Would fail you ere our journey's end be reached . [ Exit HERBERT supported by IDONEA . Re - enter MARMADUKE and OSWALD ...
... thought has Idon . That I should leave you at this house , and thence Proceed alone . It shall be so ; for strength Would fail you ere our journey's end be reached . [ Exit HERBERT supported by IDONEA . Re - enter MARMADUKE and OSWALD ...
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art thou aught beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bird blest bower breast breath bright calm cheer Child clouds dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle gleam glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human Idon light live lonely look MARMADUKE Martha Ray meek mind moon morning mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain peace Peter Bell pleasure poor quire rapture rills rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas vale voice wandering ween wild wind wings woods Yarrow youth
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Sida 189 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Sida 104 - 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.
Sida 233 - 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 188 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Sida 500 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Sida 499 - 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, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Sida 271 - Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That Mountain floods should thunder as before.
Sida 257 - Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Sida 422 - Is placable, because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice ; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more ; more able to endure, As more exposed to suffering and distress ; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness...
Sida 187 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie ; His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.