The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasE. Moxon, 1836 - 313 psl. |
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... the clouds ! Singing , singing , With clouds and sky about thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind ! 1803 . I have walked through wildernesses dreary And to - day TO A SKY - LARK . 29 To a Sky- ...
... the clouds ! Singing , singing , With clouds and sky about thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind ! 1803 . I have walked through wildernesses dreary And to - day TO A SKY - LARK . 29 To a Sky- ...
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... minds without disdain Can turn to little things ; but once Looked up for it in vain : ' T is gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , " T is gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved Indignant at the wrong ...
... minds without disdain Can turn to little things ; but once Looked up for it in vain : ' T is gone - a ruthless spoiler's prey , Who heeds not beauty , love , or song , " T is gone ! ( so seemed it ) and we grieved Indignant at the wrong ...
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... minds of those Who might have wandered with thee . - Mother's love , Nor less than mother's love in other breasts ... mind's regard Thy passive beauty - parallels have risen , Resemblances , or contrasts , that connect , Within the ...
... minds of those Who might have wandered with thee . - Mother's love , Nor less than mother's love in other breasts ... mind's regard Thy passive beauty - parallels have risen , Resemblances , or contrasts , that connect , Within the ...
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... mind With all its solemn imagery , its rocks , Its woods , and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake . This Boy was taken from his mates , and died In childhood , ere he was full twelve years old . Fair is the ...
... mind With all its solemn imagery , its rocks , Its woods , and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake . This Boy was taken from his mates , and died In childhood , ere he was full twelve years old . Fair is the ...
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... mind , Not undisturbed by the delight it feels , Which slowly settles into peaceful calm , Is left to muse upon the solemn scene . IV . YEW - TREES . 1798 . THERE is a Yew - tree , pride of Lorton Vale , Which to this day stands single ...
... mind , Not undisturbed by the delight it feels , Which slowly settles into peaceful calm , Is left to muse upon the solemn scene . IV . YEW - TREES . 1798 . THERE is a Yew - tree , pride of Lorton Vale , Which to this day stands single ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth– With a Memoir : Seven ..., 2 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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beauty behold beneath bird BLACK COMB blest bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer clouds Countess of Pembroke dancing dear delight doth dwell earth EGREMONT CASTLE fair faith fancy fear feelings flowers gentle gleam Goody Blake Grasmere green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human language Laodamia living lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mind moon morning mountains murmur nature never night o'er oh misery pain passion Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor prose Reader rill river Swale rock round shade sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spot Stanza stars stir stream sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees Twas vale verse voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings withered woods words
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82 psl. - 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.
88 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.
346 psl. - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
163 psl. - 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.
88 psl. - A countenance in which did meet 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.
94 psl. - ... Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced ; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
166 psl. - Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
93 psl. - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
162 psl. - The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door...
121 psl. - As if he had been reading in a book: And now a stranger's privilege I took; And, drawing to his side, to him did say, "This morning gives us promise of a glorious day.