Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, 2 tomasDavid Nutt, 1807 |
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... voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things ...
... voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things ...
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... voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native Lake : The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy : It's power was felt ; and while my eye Was fixed upon the glowing sky , The echo of the voice enwrought A human ...
... voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native Lake : The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy : It's power was felt ; and while my eye Was fixed upon the glowing sky , The echo of the voice enwrought A human ...
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... voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but coo'd - and coo'd ; And somewhat pensively he woo'd : He sang of love with quiet blending , Slow to begin , and never ending ; Of serious faith ...
... voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but coo'd - and coo'd ; And somewhat pensively he woo'd : He sang of love with quiet blending , Slow to begin , and never ending ; Of serious faith ...
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... voice , " It doth not love the shower , nor seek the cold : This neither is it's courage nor it's choice , But it's necessity in being old . The sunshine may not bless it , nor the dew ; It cannot help itself in it's decay ; Stiff in ...
... voice , " It doth not love the shower , nor seek the cold : This neither is it's courage nor it's choice , But it's necessity in being old . The sunshine may not bless it , nor the dew ; It cannot help itself in it's decay ; Stiff in ...
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... shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , I hear thy restless shout : From hill to hill it seems to pass , About , and all about ! To me , no Babbler with a tale Of sunshine D 5 57 To the Cuckoo.
... shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , I hear thy restless shout : From hill to hill it seems to pass , About , and all about ! To me , no Babbler with a tale Of sunshine D 5 57 To the Cuckoo.
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Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on ..., 1 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1897 |
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April Babe Barron Field became behold birds blind Boy Blind Highland Boy bliss brave bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Butterfly Castle chear Child Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Cottage Countess of Pembroke Creature Cuckoo daffodils Daisy dancing dear delight Dorothy Dorothy's Journal doth Dowden dream earth fear feelings Fenwick Note Flower Friend gleam glee Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland Girl hill Jedborough Lake land light Loch lonely Lord Clifford mighty mind Mother never Nightingale o'er peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor praise rest Rob Roy Scotland seem'd seen September 25 sight silent Simpliciad sing sleep small Celandine smiles Solitary Reaper song Sonnet Soul sound Spring stanza Star stepping westward sweet textual changes thee thine things THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought trees Vales verse voice walk words Wordsworth Yarrow
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148 psl. - 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.
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152 psl. - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
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156 psl. - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.