The poetical works of Wordsworth. Repr. of the 1827 ed., with memoir, notes &c, 476 leidimas |
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... hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy . The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one , The least of nature's works , one who might move [ holds The wise man to that scorn which wisdom ...
... hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy . The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one , The least of nature's works , one who might move [ holds The wise man to that scorn which wisdom ...
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... Hath fallen , and made a bridge of rock : The gulf is deep below ; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty waterfall . With staff in hand across the cleft The challenger pursued his march ; And now , all eyes and feet , hath ...
... Hath fallen , and made a bridge of rock : The gulf is deep below ; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty waterfall . With staff in hand across the cleft The challenger pursued his march ; And now , all eyes and feet , hath ...
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... hath fled in fear ; [ plain , And , scouring towards him o'er the grassy Behold the hunter train ! He bids his little company advance With seeming unconcern and steady coun- tenance . The royal Elidure , who leads the chase , Hath ...
... hath fled in fear ; [ plain , And , scouring towards him o'er the grassy Behold the hunter train ! He bids his little company advance With seeming unconcern and steady coun- tenance . The royal Elidure , who leads the chase , Hath ...
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... Hath found you out among the trees , And calls you forth again ! freed Of vice , thenceforth unable to subvert Or shake his high desert . Long did he reign ; and , when he died , the tear [ bier . of universal grief bedewed his honoured ...
... Hath found you out among the trees , And calls you forth again ! freed Of vice , thenceforth unable to subvert Or shake his high desert . Long did he reign ; and , when he died , the tear [ bier . of universal grief bedewed his honoured ...
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... hath been , nor long ago , A fountain at my fond heart's door , Whose only business was to flow ; And flow it did ; not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need ; What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I then all bliss above ! Now ...
... hath been , nor long ago , A fountain at my fond heart's door , Whose only business was to flow ; And flow it did ; not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need ; What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I then all bliss above ! Now ...
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14 psl. - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
136 psl. - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
109 psl. - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
143 psl. - The Solitary 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.
110 psl. - To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
109 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
83 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. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
35 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
110 psl. - 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!
305 psl. - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.