The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volym 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... comes next — and instantly The freak is over , The shape will vanish , and behold A silver Shield with boss of gold ... come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 TO THE DAISY ,
... comes next — and instantly The freak is over , The shape will vanish , and behold A silver Shield with boss of gold ... come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 TO THE DAISY ,
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... comes home ; For us your yellow ringlets comb , For us be fair and kind ! " Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Some close behind , some side by side , Like clouds in stormy weather , They run , and cry ...
... comes home ; For us your yellow ringlets comb , For us be fair and kind ! " Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Some close behind , some side by side , Like clouds in stormy weather , They run , and cry ...
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... come the notes To their Mill where it floats , To their House and their Mill tethered fast ; To the small wooden Isle where , their work to beguile , They from morning to even take whatever is given ; - And many a blithe day they have ...
... come the notes To their Mill where it floats , To their House and their Mill tethered fast ; To the small wooden Isle where , their work to beguile , They from morning to even take whatever is given ; - And many a blithe day they have ...
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... comes forth Gigantic Mountains rough with crags ; beneath , Right at the imperial Station's western base , Main Ocean , breaking audibly , and stretched Far into silent regions blue and pale ; · And visibly engirding Mona's Isle That ...
... comes forth Gigantic Mountains rough with crags ; beneath , Right at the imperial Station's western base , Main Ocean , breaking audibly , and stretched Far into silent regions blue and pale ; · And visibly engirding Mona's Isle That ...
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... come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed And somewhat pensively he wooed : He sang of love with quiet blending , Slow to begin , and never ending ; Of serious faith and inward glee ; That was the Song - the Song for me ! XI ...
... come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed And somewhat pensively he wooed : He sang of love with quiet blending , Slow to begin , and never ending ; Of serious faith and inward glee ; That was the Song - the Song for me ! XI ...
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admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Sida 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; .Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Sida 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Sida 64 - 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. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Sida 289 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Sida 182 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Sida 47 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Sida 268 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Sida 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...