The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... Form of a Harp - 33 36 Address to my Infant Daughter POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . There was a Boy , & c . To To the Cuckoo A Night - piece Water - fowl Yew Trees 43 45 47 49 51 53 Page View from the Top of Black Comb Nutting She A 2.
... Form of a Harp - 33 36 Address to my Infant Daughter POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . There was a Boy , & c . To To the Cuckoo A Night - piece Water - fowl Yew Trees 43 45 47 49 51 53 Page View from the Top of Black Comb Nutting She A 2.
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... Form of flesh and blood ; Nor piping Shepherd shall he be , Nor Herd - boy of the wood . A regal vest of fur he wears , In colour like a raven's wing ; It fears not rain , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As ...
... Form of flesh and blood ; Nor piping Shepherd shall he be , Nor Herd - boy of the wood . A regal vest of fur he wears , In colour like a raven's wing ; It fears not rain , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As ...
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... Each Leaf , that and this , his neighbour will kiss ; Each Wave , one and t'other , speeds after his brother ; They are happy , for that is their right ! XXV . ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF 32 32 STRAY PLEASURES .
... Each Leaf , that and this , his neighbour will kiss ; Each Wave , one and t'other , speeds after his brother ; They are happy , for that is their right ! XXV . ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF 32 32 STRAY PLEASURES .
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... Needle that subdued Arachne's rival spirit , Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood , Like station could not merit . And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , c 5 33 On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp -
... Needle that subdued Arachne's rival spirit , Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood , Like station could not merit . And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , c 5 33 On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp -
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... forms , upon the glimmering plain , Painted more soft and fair as they descend Almost to touch ; - then up again aloft , Up with a sally and a flash of speed , As if they scorned both resting - place and rest ! VI . YEW TREES . THERE is ...
... forms , upon the glimmering plain , Painted more soft and fair as they descend Almost to touch ; - then up again aloft , Up with a sally and a flash of speed , As if they scorned both resting - place and rest ! VI . YEW TREES . THERE is ...
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admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Página 60 - 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 way-lay.
Página 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 64 - 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 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Página 289 - 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 everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 182 - 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Página 47 - 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; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Página 268 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Página 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...