Poems, selected and ed. by R.A. Willmott. Illustr |
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... man When he came back to us , a withered flower , Or like a sinful ... man with large grey eyes , And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly As if a blooming face it ought to be : Heavy his low - hung lip did oft appear , Deprest by weight ...
... man When he came back to us , a withered flower , Or like a sinful ... man with large grey eyes , And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly As if a blooming face it ought to be : Heavy his low - hung lip did oft appear , Deprest by weight ...
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... weight of years , And Eon stood a youth ' mid youthful peers . " The Gods to us are merciful - and they Yet further ... man's existence I discerned , Who from ignoble games and revelry 30 Could draw , when we had parted , vain delight ...
... weight of years , And Eon stood a youth ' mid youthful peers . " The Gods to us are merciful - and they Yet further ... man's existence I discerned , Who from ignoble games and revelry 30 Could draw , when we had parted , vain delight ...
161 psl.
... man before me unawares : The oldest man he seemed that ever wore gray hairs . My course I stopped as soon as I espied ... human weight upon his frame had cast . Himself he propped , his body , limbs , and face , Upon a long gray staff of ...
... man before me unawares : The oldest man he seemed that ever wore gray hairs . My course I stopped as soon as I espied ... human weight upon his frame had cast . Himself he propped , his body , limbs , and face , Upon a long gray staff of ...
180 psl.
... man's life , His little ... weight Of all this unintelligible world 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 ...
... man's life , His little ... weight Of all this unintelligible world 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 ...
207 psl.
... weight of too much liberty , Should find short solace there , as I have found . UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL ... man , hast given To one brief moment , caught from fleeting time , The appropriate calm of blest Eternity . TO SLEEP . A ...
... weight of too much liberty , Should find short solace there , as I have found . UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL ... man , hast given To one brief moment , caught from fleeting time , The appropriate calm of blest Eternity . TO SLEEP . A ...
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Poems, selected and ed. by R.A. Willmott. Illustr William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1859 |
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behold beneath Binnorie blessed bower breath bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful child Child is Father choice or chance city spire cloud cottage dark dear deep delight DITTO door doth dwell earth Ennerdale face fair fear feel fields flowers glad Glaramara gleam Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human human weight lake Laodamia Leonard light live lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Luke mind morning mother mountain Naiad Nature never night o'er passed pleasure poor Protesilaus rill rocks round Rylstone seemed shade Shepherd shore side sight silent sing sleep solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit steep stone stood stream summer sweet tears thee things thought trees Twill vale VENETIAN REPUBLIC voice walk wandering ween wild wind woods Yarrow youth
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262 psl. - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...
41 psl. - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
181 psl. - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
126 psl. - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved...
131 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.
41 psl. - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they, I pray you tell ? " She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them, with my mother.
265 psl. - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife: But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
206 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!
122 psl. - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
42 psl. - Two of us in the church-yard lie, my sister and my brother; and, in the church-yard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.