Select Poems of William Wordsworth: Edited, with NotesHarper & Brothers, 1889 - 258 psl. |
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Select Poems of William Wordsworth William Wordsworth,William James Rolfe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
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Æneid Alfoxden beauty behold birds bright Brougham Castle Castle changed in 1836 child Clifford clouds Coleridge dear delight doth dream earth edition English feel flowers Furness Fells glad glory Grasmere happy hath Hawkshead heart heaven hill human Keswick Knight Lady Anne Clifford Laodamia living lonely look Matthew mile Milton mind moral morning mountains nature Nature's notes o'er Ode to Duty original reading pleasure poet poet's poetic poetry Protesilaus published in 1807 reading changed reading of 1807 rhyme rock Rolfe Rolfe's Rydal Rydal Mount Saint Mary's Lake seems SELECT POEMS sense Shakespeare sight silent sing Sir Walter sister sleep sonnet soul spirit spring stanza stream style sweet thee things thou art thought Tintern Abbey TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE Town-end trees vale verses WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Wordsworth says WRITTEN Yarrow youth
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59 psl. - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
112 psl. - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
188 psl. - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
125 psl. - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
128 psl. - Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
122 psl. - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
90 psl. - Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
124 psl. - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
55 psl. - 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! Nor, perchance If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
128 psl. - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...