The Poetical Works of William WordsworthA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 340 páginas |
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... sound of the eight o'clock bell . He -Come now we'll to bed ! and when we are there Не may may knock at the door , —we'll not let him in ; May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ; Let him seek his own home wherever it be ...
... sound of the eight o'clock bell . He -Come now we'll to bed ! and when we are there Не may may knock at the door , —we'll not let him in ; May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ; Let him seek his own home wherever it be ...
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... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , « In fleaven we ...
... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , « In fleaven we ...
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... sound . When he had learnt what thing it was , That sent this rueful cry ; I ween , The Boy recover'd heart , and told The sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their task ; Nor was there wanting other aid- A Poet , one who ...
... sound . When he had learnt what thing it was , That sent this rueful cry ; I ween , The Boy recover'd heart , and told The sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their task ; Nor was there wanting other aid- A Poet , one who ...
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... Sounds from the water - side the hammer'd boat ; And blasted quarry thunders , heard remote ! Even here , amid the ... sound ) Toil , small as pigmies in the gulf profound ; Some , dim between the aëreal cliffs descried , O'erwalk the ...
... Sounds from the water - side the hammer'd boat ; And blasted quarry thunders , heard remote ! Even here , amid the ... sound ) Toil , small as pigmies in the gulf profound ; Some , dim between the aëreal cliffs descried , O'erwalk the ...
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... Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the feeding hare through rustling corn ; The tremulous sob of the complaining owl ; And at long intervals the mill - dog's howl ; The distant forge's swinging thump profound ; Or ...
... Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the feeding hare through rustling corn ; The tremulous sob of the complaining owl ; And at long intervals the mill - dog's howl ; The distant forge's swinging thump profound ; Or ...
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Página 249 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Página 128 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long...
Página 102 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Página 81 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
Página 17 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 128 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 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 92 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 119 - Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare 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 cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a...
Página 101 - 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.
Página 81 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower. Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.