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... passion , have too long , Young as he is , diverted wish and hope From the unpretending ground we mortals tread ; - Lurked in his face- Then shatter the delusion , break it up And set him free . What follows ? I have learned That things ...
... passion , have too long , Young as he is , diverted wish and hope From the unpretending ground we mortals tread ; - Lurked in his face- Then shatter the delusion , break it up And set him free . What follows ? I have learned That things ...
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... last device must end my work . Methinks It were a pleasant pastime to construct A scale and table of belief - as thus- Two columns , one for passion , one for proof ; And send it with a fillip to its grave . 38 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
... last device must end my work . Methinks It were a pleasant pastime to construct A scale and table of belief - as thus- Two columns , one for passion , one for proof ; And send it with a fillip to its grave . 38 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
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... passion , then , Shall be a unit for us ; proof - no , passion ! We not insult thy majesty by time , Few , and place the where , the when , the how , And all particulars that dull brains require To constitute the spiritless shape of ...
... passion , then , Shall be a unit for us ; proof - no , passion ! We not insult thy majesty by time , Few , and place the where , the when , the how , And all particulars that dull brains require To constitute the spiritless shape of ...
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... passion . ( All hated him , and I was stung to madness ) That we should leave him there , alive ! —we did so . Mar. And he was famished ? Osw . Naked was the spot ; Methinks I see it now - how in the sun Its stony surface glittered like ...
... passion . ( All hated him , and I was stung to madness ) That we should leave him there , alive ! —we did so . Mar. And he was famished ? Osw . Naked was the spot ; Methinks I see it now - how in the sun Its stony surface glittered like ...
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... passion overcome , Even with the organs of his bodily eye , Below him , in the bosom of the deep , Saw mountains ; saw the forms of sheep that grazed On verdant hills - with dwellings among trees , And shepherds clad in the same country ...
... passion overcome , Even with the organs of his bodily eye , Below him , in the bosom of the deep , Saw mountains ; saw the forms of sheep that grazed On verdant hills - with dwellings among trees , And shepherds clad in the same country ...
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The complete poetical works of William Wordsworth William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1919 |
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Sida 430 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Sida 131 - A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Sida 129 - 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...
Sida 430 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Sida 468 - Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Sida 46 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland 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,
Sida 429 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Sida 437 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Sida 518 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Sida 437 - That spectacle, for many days, my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being ; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.