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William Wordsworth. And gives , where woods the chequered upland - And let him nurse his fond deceit , must certainly ... give this dedication a propriety suffi- cient to do away any scruples which your mo- desty might otherwise have ...
William Wordsworth. And gives , where woods the chequered upland - And let him nurse his fond deceit , must certainly ... give this dedication a propriety suffi- cient to do away any scruples which your mo- desty might otherwise have ...
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... give such splendour to the vale of Clwyd , Snowdon , the chair of Idris , the quiet village of Bethgelert , Menai and her Druids , the Alpine steeps of the Conway , and the still more interesting windings of the wizard stream of the Dee ...
... give such splendour to the vale of Clwyd , Snowdon , the chair of Idris , the quiet village of Bethgelert , Menai and her Druids , the Alpine steeps of the Conway , and the still more interesting windings of the wizard stream of the Dee ...
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... give not me that eye of hard disdain That views , undimmed , Einsiedlen's * wretched fane . While ghastly faces through the gloom appear , Abortive joy , and hope that works in fear ; While prayer contends with silenced agony , Surely ...
... give not me that eye of hard disdain That views , undimmed , Einsiedlen's * wretched fane . While ghastly faces through the gloom appear , Abortive joy , and hope that works in fear ; While prayer contends with silenced agony , Surely ...
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... give me quiet lodging . You have a boy , good Host , And he must lead me back . Osw . You are most lucky ; I have been waiting in the wood hard by For a companion - here he comes ; our journey Enter MARMADUKE . Lies on your way ; accept ...
... give me quiet lodging . You have a boy , good Host , And he must lead me back . Osw . You are most lucky ; I have been waiting in the wood hard by For a companion - here he comes ; our journey Enter MARMADUKE . Lies on your way ; accept ...
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... give me half . Osw . I met you at the threshold , What's this ? —I fear , good Woman , You have been insolent . Beg ... ( gives her money ) . Here's for your little boy - and when you christen him I'll be his Godfather . Beg . Oh Sir , you ...
... give me half . Osw . I met you at the threshold , What's this ? —I fear , good Woman , You have been insolent . Beg ... ( gives her money ) . Here's for your little boy - and when you christen him I'll be his Godfather . Beg . Oh Sir , you ...
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Sida 128 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power...
Sida 166 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Sida 116 - 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 waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Sida 128 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...
Sida 177 - 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 ; . O listen ! for the Vale profound , Is overflowing with the sound.
Sida 129 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Sida 129 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 128 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Sida 129 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her: '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...
Sida 50 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.