The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasE. Moxon, 1840 |
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... dwell in strife ? We who in this sequestered spot Once lived a happy life ! You stirred me on my rocky bed- What pleasure through my veins you spread The summer long , from day to day , My leaves you freshened and bedewed ; Nor was it ...
... dwell in strife ? We who in this sequestered spot Once lived a happy life ! You stirred me on my rocky bed- What pleasure through my veins you spread The summer long , from day to day , My leaves you freshened and bedewed ; Nor was it ...
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... dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their Father , took of them no thought , He loved the wars so well . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie ! Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And 37 The Seven ...
... dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their Father , took of them no thought , He loved the wars so well . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie ! Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And 37 The Seven ...
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... dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every creature ; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show , Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! 72 THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES .
... dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every creature ; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show , Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! 72 THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES .
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... dwell alone Under the greenwood tree . The engines of her pain , the tools That shaped her sorrow , rocks and pools , And airs that gently stir The vernal leaves - she loved them still ; Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been ...
... dwell alone Under the greenwood tree . The engines of her pain , the tools That shaped her sorrow , rocks and pools , And airs that gently stir The vernal leaves - she loved them still ; Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been ...
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... dwell among the woods of Ure ! Then home he went , and left the Hart , stone - dead , With breathless nostrils stretched above the spring . -Soon did the Knight perform what he had said ; And far and wide the fame thereof did ring . Ere ...
... dwell among the woods of Ure ! Then home he went , and left the Hart , stone - dead , With breathless nostrils stretched above the spring . -Soon did the Knight perform what he had said ; And far and wide the fame thereof did ring . Ere ...
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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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beauty behold beneath bird BLACK COMB blest bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer clouds Countess of Pembroke dancing dear delight doth dwell earth EGREMONT CASTLE fair faith fancy fear feelings flowers gentle gleam Goody Blake Grasmere green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hour human language Laodamia living lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mind moon morning mountains murmur nature never night o'er objects oh misery pain passion Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor prose Reader rill river Swale rock round shade sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spot Stanza stars stir stream sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees Twas vale verse voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings withered woods words
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166 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...
164 psl. - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this *Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
82 psl. - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. 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.
88 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.
314 psl. - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire ; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
166 psl. - Knowing that 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...
94 psl. - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced ; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with...
307 psl. - ... because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co-exist in a state of greater simplicity, and consequently may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings, and from the necessary character of rural occupations, are more easily comprehended, and are more durable; and lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
162 psl. - The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door...
85 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 ; Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...