The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... never breathed a man who , when his life Destined to war from very infancy Not without heavy grief of heart did He Balbi supplicates Pause , courteous Spirit ! - Lines written on the expected Death of Mr. Fox 284 289 293 294 296 297 ib ...
... never breathed a man who , when his life Destined to war from very infancy Not without heavy grief of heart did He Balbi supplicates Pause , courteous Spirit ! - Lines written on the expected Death of Mr. Fox 284 289 293 294 296 297 ib ...
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... never - failing rite ; And seen on other faces shine A true revival of the light Which Nature and these rustic Powers , In simple childhood , spread through ours ! For pleasure hath not ceased to wait On these expected annual rounds ...
... never - failing rite ; And seen on other faces shine A true revival of the light Which Nature and these rustic Powers , In simple childhood , spread through ours ! For pleasure hath not ceased to wait On these expected annual rounds ...
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... never dies ; While we , the brave , the mighty , and the wise , We Men , who in our morn of youth defied The elements , must vanish ; - be it so ! Enough , if something from our hands have power To live , and act , and serve the future ...
... never dies ; While we , the brave , the mighty , and the wise , We Men , who in our morn of youth defied The elements , must vanish ; - be it so ! Enough , if something from our hands have power To live , and act , and serve the future ...
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... never sent empty away , ” - the stranger was fed and refreshed in passing that unfrequented vale― the sick were visited ; and the feelings of humanity found further exercise among the distresses and embarrassments in the worldly estate ...
... never sent empty away , ” - the stranger was fed and refreshed in passing that unfrequented vale― the sick were visited ; and the feelings of humanity found further exercise among the distresses and embarrassments in the worldly estate ...
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... never had a fire . He used to send the children in parties either to his own fire at home , or make them run up the mountain's side . " It may be further mentioned , that he was a passionate admirer of nature ; she was his mother , and ...
... never had a fire . He used to send the children in parties either to his own fire at home , or make them run up the mountain's side . " It may be further mentioned , that he was a passionate admirer of nature ; she was his mother , and ...
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Página 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 300 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Página 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Página 276 - 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!
Página 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, 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...
Página 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Página 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Página 203 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, 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.
Página 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...