The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasE. Moxon, 1836 - 313 psl. |
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... - side is there . Here , alone , before thine eyes , Simon's sickly daughter lies , From weakness now , and pain defended , Whom he twenty winters tended . Look but at the gardener's pride— How he glories , c 2 19 To a Sexton.
... - side is there . Here , alone , before thine eyes , Simon's sickly daughter lies , From weakness now , and pain defended , Whom he twenty winters tended . Look but at the gardener's pride— How he glories , c 2 19 To a Sexton.
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... thine by right ; And Autumn , melancholy Wight ! Doth in thy crimson head delight When rains are on thee . In shoals and bands , a morrice train , Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; Pleased at his greeting thee again ; Yet ...
... thine by right ; And Autumn , melancholy Wight ! Doth in thy crimson head delight When rains are on thee . In shoals and bands , a morrice train , Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; Pleased at his greeting thee again ; Yet ...
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... thine ; Lift me , guide me high and high To thy banqueting - place in the sky . Joyous as morning , Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken Lark ...
... thine ; Lift me , guide me high and high To thy banqueting - place in the sky . Joyous as morning , Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken Lark ...
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... Others , too , of lofty mien ; They have done as worldlings do , Taken praise that should be thine , Little , humble Celandine ! VOL . II . D Prophet of delight and mirth , Ill - requited upon TO THE SMALL CELANDINE . 33.
... Others , too , of lofty mien ; They have done as worldlings do , Taken praise that should be thine , Little , humble Celandine ! VOL . II . D Prophet of delight and mirth , Ill - requited upon TO THE SMALL CELANDINE . 33.
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... A crimson as bright as thine own : Would'st thou be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! 1806 . XVI . SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL . FOUNDED UPON THE REDBREAST AND BUTTERFLY . 43.
... A crimson as bright as thine own : Would'st thou be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! 1806 . XVI . SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL . FOUNDED UPON THE REDBREAST AND BUTTERFLY . 43.
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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.