The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... Prime of life ! I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 280 281 282 285 - 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 · 291 292 293 294 295 296 - 297 - 298 299 Retirement To the Memory of Raisley Calvert MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . vi CONTENTS .
... Prime of life ! I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 280 281 282 285 - 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 · 291 292 293 294 295 296 - 297 - 298 299 Retirement To the Memory of Raisley Calvert MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . vi CONTENTS .
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... tempest - stricken tree ; A corner - stone by lightning cut , The last stone of a cottage hut ; And in this dell you see A thing no storm can e'er destroy , The Shadow of a Danish Boy . ( 1 ) In clouds above , the Lark is heard , But 21.
... tempest - stricken tree ; A corner - stone by lightning cut , The last stone of a cottage hut ; And in this dell you see A thing no storm can e'er destroy , The Shadow of a Danish Boy . ( 1 ) In clouds above , the Lark is heard , But 21.
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William Wordsworth. In clouds above , the Lark is heard , But drops not here to earth for rest ; Within this lonesome nook the Bird Did never build her nest . No Beast , no Bird hath here his home ; Bees , wafted on the breezy air , Pass ...
William Wordsworth. In clouds above , the Lark is heard , But drops not here to earth for rest ; Within this lonesome nook the Bird Did never build her nest . No Beast , no Bird hath here his home ; Bees , wafted on the breezy air , Pass ...
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... heard , I hear thee and rejoice O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling ...
... heard , I hear thee and rejoice O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling ...
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... flock of sheep , I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound , In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy secure , The heart luxuriates with indifferent things , Wasting its kindliness 58 NUTTING .
... flock of sheep , I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound , In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy secure , The heart luxuriates with indifferent things , Wasting its kindliness 58 NUTTING .
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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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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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60 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.
181 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.
286 psl. - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
294 psl. - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
128 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...
289 psl. - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
125 psl. - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
104 psl. - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
256 psl. - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
305 psl. - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...