Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1898 - 335 sidor |
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... fear subdued by faith , Of blessed consolations in distress , Of moral strength and intellectual power , Of joy in widest commonalty spread ' then we have a poet intent on " the best and master thing , " and who prosecutes his journey ...
... fear subdued by faith , Of blessed consolations in distress , Of moral strength and intellectual power , Of joy in widest commonalty spread ' then we have a poet intent on " the best and master thing , " and who prosecutes his journey ...
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... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , My POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , My POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
Sida 13
... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
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... fear ; Such tales as told to any maid By such a youth , in the green shade , Were perilous to hear . He told of girls - a happy rout ! Who quit their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all ...
... fear ; Such tales as told to any maid By such a youth , in the green shade , Were perilous to hear . He told of girls - a happy rout ! Who quit their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all ...
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... fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly ...
... fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly ...
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Poems of Wordsworth (from Arnold's Selections) William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
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beauty behold beneath birds bowers breath bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk cheerful Child churchyard clouds Cottage dead dear delight door dost doth drawn thread earth Ennerdale evermore fair fancy fear feel fields flowers glad gone Grasmere grave green grief groves happy hath heard heart Heaven Helpmate hills hope hour human Kilve LEONARD Lesser Celandine lived lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Luke Lycoris mind morning mountain nature Nature's never o'er passed Pilewort pleasure Poets porringer praise PRIEST rays Workman rills rock round seemed seen shade Shepherd side sighs sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stone stood streams sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts Trajan trees turned Twill vale venturous brother voice wander wild wild Hunt wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Sida 131 - 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 130 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Sida 131 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Sida 94 - 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 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Sida 129 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Sida 88 - I WANDERED lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils ; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Sida 128 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face...
Sida 6 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray ; And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Sida 103 - The Solitary Reaper BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.