Early PoemsG. Routledge, 1889 - 256 sidor |
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... hear the woodland linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life , There's more of wisdom in it . And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He , too , is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things , Let Nature be your teacher ...
... hear the woodland linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life , There's more of wisdom in it . And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He , too , is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things , Let Nature be your teacher ...
Sida 31
... hear These waters , rolling from their mountain- springs With a soft inland murmur . * - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The ...
... hear These waters , rolling from their mountain- springs With a soft inland murmur . * - Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs , That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The ...
Sida 36
... hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence -- wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came , Unwearied ...
... hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence -- wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came , Unwearied ...
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... hear the Decalogue and feel No self - reproach ; who of the moral law Established in the land where they abide Are strict observers ; and not negligent , In acts of love to those with whom they dwell , Their kindred , and the children ...
... hear the Decalogue and feel No self - reproach ; who of the moral law Established in the land where they abide Are strict observers ; and not negligent , In acts of love to those with whom they dwell , Their kindred , and the children ...
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... hears nor sees , Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks and stones and trees ! A POET'S EPITAPH . ART thou a Statist , in the van Of public business trained and bred ? First learn to love one living man ; Then mayest thou ...
... hears nor sees , Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks and stones and trees ! A POET'S EPITAPH . ART thou a Statist , in the van Of public business trained and bred ? First learn to love one living man ; Then mayest thou ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed blest bliss bold Girl bosom bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheerful CHIG Child clouds cottage dear deep delight dost doth dream drest earth eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers friends gladness gleam glow-worm Grasmere green grove happy hath heart heaven Helvellyn heroic arts hill hope hour immortal books lake LAODAMIA light live lofty lonely look Luke mighty mighty heart mind morning mortal mountain murmur Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er pass peace PELION pleasure Poems Rich groves rocks round RSITY seemed shade shepherd sight silent sing Skiddaw slaughtered Lord sleep song soul spake spirit stars stone stream sweet thee thine things thou art thou hast thoughts trees Twill UNIV UNIV vale VENETIAN REPUBLIC voice wandering weary wild wild Hunt wind woods Yarrow youth
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Sida 241 - Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Sida 181 - Some fragment from his dream of human life, 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
Sida 226 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This 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 every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Sida 55 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not 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.
Sida 36 - 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 full of blessings.
Sida 178 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Sida 160 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, 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 ! if, through confidence misplaced, They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.
Sida 146 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Sida 32 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Sida 17 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.