The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 496 psl. |
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... hear . " I told of hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; - He listens , puzzled , sore perplex'd , But he submits ; what can he do ? No strife disturbs his sister's breast ; She wars not with the ...
... hear . " I told of hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; - He listens , puzzled , sore perplex'd , But he submits ; what can he do ? No strife disturbs his sister's breast ; She wars not with the ...
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... hear A moan , a lamentable sound . As if the wind blew many ways , I heard the sound - and more and more : It seem'd to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy call'd out ; He stopp'd his horses ...
... hear A moan , a lamentable sound . As if the wind blew many ways , I heard the sound - and more and more : It seem'd to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy call'd out ; He stopp'd his horses ...
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... hear . “ Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey ...
... hear . “ Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey ...
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... hear the cry , That plaintive cry ! which up the hill Comes from the depth of Dungeon - Ghyll . IV . Said Walter , leaping from the ground , " Down to the stump of yon old yew We'll for our whistles run a race . ' -Away the shepherds ...
... hear the cry , That plaintive cry ! which up the hill Comes from the depth of Dungeon - Ghyll . IV . Said Walter , leaping from the ground , " Down to the stump of yon old yew We'll for our whistles run a race . ' -Away the shepherds ...
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... hears a piteous moan → Again ! -his heart within him dies- His pulse is stopp'd , his breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful ...
... hears a piteous moan → Again ! -his heart within him dies- His pulse is stopp'd , his breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful ...
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268 psl. - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
160 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
8 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.
56 psl. - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
266 psl. - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
119 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.
160 psl. - 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; 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...
120 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
131 psl. - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, 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.
160 psl. - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.