The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volym 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... When chill night that care demands . Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to the goal ; Night and day , I feel the trouble Of the Wanderer in my soul . XX . THE SEVEN SISTERS ; OR , THE SOLITUDE 16 THE WANDERING JEW .
... When chill night that care demands . Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to the goal ; Night and day , I feel the trouble Of the Wanderer in my soul . XX . THE SEVEN SISTERS ; OR , THE SOLITUDE 16 THE WANDERING JEW .
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... length the Vision closes ; and the mind , Not undisturbed by the delight it feels , Which slowly settles into peaceful calm , Is left to muse upon the solemn scene . V. WATER - FOWL . " Let me be allowed 50 A NIGHT - PIECE .
... length the Vision closes ; and the mind , Not undisturbed by the delight it feels , Which slowly settles into peaceful calm , Is left to muse upon the solemn scene . V. WATER - FOWL . " Let me be allowed 50 A NIGHT - PIECE .
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... feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . 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 The floating ...
... feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . 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 The floating ...
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... feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees , Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks and stones and trees ! XIII . THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE . WHEN the 65 A slumber did my ...
... feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees , Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks and stones and trees ! XIII . THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE . WHEN the 65 A slumber did my ...
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... feel my spirit burn - Even as the east when day comes forth ; And , to the west , and south , and north , The morning doth return . " Full soon that purer mind was gone ; No hope , no wish remained , not one , They stirred him now no ...
... feel my spirit burn - Even as the east when day comes forth ; And , to the west , and south , and north , The morning doth return . " Full soon that purer mind was gone ; No hope , no wish remained , not one , They stirred him now no ...
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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...