The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815E. Moxon, 1857 - 435 psl. |
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... Spring 337 . 339 341 343 344 • To a young Lady , who had been reproached for taking long walks in the Country • Simon Lee , the old Huntsman ; with an incident in which he was concerned The two April Mornings Matthew • The Fountain . A ...
... Spring 337 . 339 341 343 344 • To a young Lady , who had been reproached for taking long walks in the Country • Simon Lee , the old Huntsman ; with an incident in which he was concerned The two April Mornings Matthew • The Fountain . A ...
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... springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she , God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings . * THE SPARROW'S NEST . BEHOLD , within the leafy shade , Those bright blue eggs together laid ! On me the chance ...
... springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she , God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings . * THE SPARROW'S NEST . BEHOLD , within the leafy shade , Those bright blue eggs together laid ! On me the chance ...
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... Spring may love them- Summer knows but little of them : Violets , a barren kind , Withered on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit behind When the pretty flowerets die ; Pluck them , and another year As many will be blowing here ...
... Spring may love them- Summer knows but little of them : Violets , a barren kind , Withered on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit behind When the pretty flowerets die ; Pluck them , and another year As many will be blowing here ...
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... , Somersetshire , in the spring of 1798 . The little girl who is the heroine , Mr. W. met within the area of Goderich Castle , in 1793. The last stanza was the first composed . Two of us in the church - yard lie , 11 We are Seven.
... , Somersetshire , in the spring of 1798 . The little girl who is the heroine , Mr. W. met within the area of Goderich Castle , in 1793. The last stanza was the first composed . Two of us in the church - yard lie , 11 We are Seven.
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... spring began , A long , long year before . A day it was when I could bear Some fond regrets to entertain ; † With so much happiness to spare , I could not feel a pain . The green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through ...
... spring began , A long , long year before . A day it was when I could bear Some fond regrets to entertain ; † With so much happiness to spare , I could not feel a pain . The green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through ...
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beautiful beneath bird bower breath bright brother called calm cheerful child clouds dark dead dear deep delight doth earth Edition face fair Father fear feel fields flowers give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human kind land leaves light live look mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once pain passed peace play pleasure poem Poet poor rest rock round seemed seen side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spring stone stood sweet tell thee things thou thou art thought took traveller trees turned vale voice wild wind wish woods Wordsworth Written youth
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246 psl. - 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 waylay.
265 psl. - 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 after it...
371 psl. - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
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343 psl. - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
264 psl. - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
433 psl. - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any * severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
315 psl. - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
89 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be 1" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.