The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and complete annotated ed. Centenary ed, Utgåva 618, Volym 4 |
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... thanks that in his People's eye Thou offerest up for safe Delivery From Childbirth's perilous throes . And should the Heir Of thy fond hopes hereafter walk inclined To courses fit to make a mother rue That ever he was born , a glance of ...
... thanks that in his People's eye Thou offerest up for safe Delivery From Childbirth's perilous throes . And should the Heir Of thy fond hopes hereafter walk inclined To courses fit to make a mother rue That ever he was born , a glance of ...
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... thank a dear and long - past day For joy its sunny hours were free to give Than blame the present , that our wish hath crost . Memory , like sleep , hath powers which dreams obey , Dreams , vivid dreams , that are not fugitive : How ...
... thank a dear and long - past day For joy its sunny hours were free to give Than blame the present , that our wish hath crost . Memory , like sleep , hath powers which dreams obey , Dreams , vivid dreams , that are not fugitive : How ...
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... thanks and praise , Soft in its temper as those vesper lays Sung to the Virgin while accordant oars Urge the slow bark along Calabrian shores ; A sea - born service through the mountains felt Till into one loved vision all things melt ...
... thanks and praise , Soft in its temper as those vesper lays Sung to the Virgin while accordant oars Urge the slow bark along Calabrian shores ; A sea - born service through the mountains felt Till into one loved vision all things melt ...
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... thanks that we have past with ease , As millions thus shall do , the Headlands of St. Bees . Yet , while each useful Art augments her store , What boots the gain if Nature should lose more ? And Wisdom , as she holds a Christian place ...
... thanks that we have past with ease , As millions thus shall do , the Headlands of St. Bees . Yet , while each useful Art augments her store , What boots the gain if Nature should lose more ? And Wisdom , as she holds a Christian place ...
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... Thanks to the austere and simple Devotees , Who , to that service bound by venial fees , Keep watch before the altars of St. Bees . Are not , in sooth , their Requiems sacred ties Woven out of passion's sharpest agonies , Subdued ...
... Thanks to the austere and simple Devotees , Who , to that service bound by venial fees , Keep watch before the altars of St. Bees . Are not , in sooth , their Requiems sacred ties Woven out of passion's sharpest agonies , Subdued ...
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The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and ..., Utgåva 620, Volym 6 William [poetical works] Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1870 |
The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and ..., Utgåva 619, Volym 5 William [poetical works] Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1870 |
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Sida 198 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Sida 209 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Sida 234 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Sida 232 - Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust : And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray ; But thee I now would serve more strictly if I may.
Sida 232 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Sida 96 - And what, for this frail world, were all That mortals do or suffer, Did no responsive harp, no pen, Memorial tribute offer ? Yea, what were mighty Nature's self ; Her features, could they win us, Unhelped by the poetic voice That hourly speaks within us...
Sida 284 - So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give ; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone...
Sida 196 - UP ! up ! my Friend, and quit your books ; Or surely you'll grow double : "Up ! up ! my Friend, and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble...
Sida 62 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Sida 229 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere...