The Poetical Works of William WordsworthCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1861 - 532 páginas |
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... pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ; And all the summer 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 ...
... pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ; And all the summer 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 ...
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... pain . My boy was by my side , so slim And graceful in his rustic dress ! And oftentimes I talked to him , In very idleness . The young lambs ran a pretty race ; The morning sun shone bright and warm ; " Kilve , " said I , " was a ...
... pain . My boy was by my side , so slim And graceful in his rustic dress ! And oftentimes I talked to him , In very idleness . The young lambs ran a pretty race ; The morning sun shone bright and warm ; " Kilve , " said I , " was a ...
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... pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And grief , uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and causeless melancholy ! Nature will either end ...
... pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And grief , uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and causeless melancholy ! Nature will either end ...
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... pain ; * These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake . In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by wood cocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . For then , even then , the little heart ...
... pain ; * These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake . In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by wood cocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . For then , even then , the little heart ...
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... pain ? To show her yet some joys to me remain , Say will my friend , with soft affection's ear , The history of a poet's evening hear ? When , in the south , the wan noon , brooding still , Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill ...
... pain ? To show her yet some joys to me remain , Say will my friend , with soft affection's ear , The history of a poet's evening hear ? When , in the south , the wan noon , brooding still , Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill ...
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behold beneath Betty Betty Foy Binnorie bird blessed bower breath bright brother BROUGHAM CASTLE cheerful child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight doth dwell earth Ennerdale face fair father fear flowers glad Grasmere grave green happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy Johnie Kilve lake LAODAMIA LEONARD light live Loch Katrine lofty lonely look Lyrical Ballads Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain Nature never night o'er pain pleasure poet poor porringer PRIEST rill Rob Roy rocks round shade shepherd shore side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars steep stood stream summer sweet sweetest thing tears thee There's things thou art thought traveller trees Twas Twill vale voice walk wandering wild William Wordsworth wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 105 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. "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.
Página 116 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Página 111 - 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 40 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 173 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página xvii - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 216 - 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
Página 139 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 143 - 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. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 147 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need...