The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 |
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... execute For thy unblest Coevals , amid wilds Where Fancy hath small liberty to grace The affections , to exalt them or refine ; And the maternal sympathy itself , Though strong , is , in the main , a TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER . 111.
... execute For thy unblest Coevals , amid wilds Where Fancy hath small liberty to grace The affections , to exalt them or refine ; And the maternal sympathy itself , Though strong , is , in the main , a TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER . 111.
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... wild Of mirth and jocund din ! And , when it chanced That pauses of deep silence mocked his skill , Then , sometimes , in that silence , while he hung Listening , a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried 117 There was a.
... wild Of mirth and jocund din ! And , when it chanced That pauses of deep silence mocked his skill , Then , sometimes , in that silence , while he hung Listening , a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried 117 There was a.
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... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ...
... wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ...
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... wild , And every thing unreconciled ; In some complaining , dim retreat ,. For fear and melancholy meet ; But this is calm ; there cannot be A more entire tranquillity . Does then the Bard sleep here indeed ? Or is 160 Glen Almain 1807 ...
... wild , And every thing unreconciled ; In some complaining , dim retreat ,. For fear and melancholy meet ; But this is calm ; there cannot be A more entire tranquillity . Does then the Bard sleep here indeed ? Or is 160 Glen Almain 1807 ...
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... wild Ruin is no ghost Of his devices buried , lost ! - Within this little lonely Isle There , stood a consecrated Pile ; Where tapers burned , and mass was sung , For them whose timid spirits clung To mortal succour , though the tomb ...
... wild Ruin is no ghost Of his devices buried , lost ! - Within this little lonely Isle There , stood a consecrated Pile ; Where tapers burned , and mass was sung , For them whose timid spirits clung To mortal succour , though the tomb ...
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The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, 2 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1820 |
The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, 2 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1820 |
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behold beneath Benjamin Bird bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheer Clifford clouds Countess of Pembroke Creature cried dance dead deep delight doth dwell earth fair fear flowers gentle gladness gleams Glow-worms Goody Blake Grasmere green happy Harry Gill hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hither horse hour LENOX LIBRARY light living LOCH LOMOND lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray moon morning mountain mournfully murmur never night o'er oh misery Peter Bell pleasure poor rills river Swale rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade Shepherd side sight silent sing sits solitary song soul sound spirit spot spread stars stir stone stood stream sweet thee There's thine thing Thorn Thou art thoughts Threlkeld Tower trees turned Twas vale voice Waggon wandering weary ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow
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132 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 way-lay.
274 psl. - 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 : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold ON...
270 psl. - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, . In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened...
135 psl. - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
200 psl. - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
122 psl. - 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.
117 psl. - Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din!
175 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
272 psl. - 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.
137 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.