Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - 434 psl. |
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... doth look on one , The least of Nature's works , one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful ever . Oh , be wiser , thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love ; True dignity abides with him alone ...
... doth look on one , The least of Nature's works , one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful ever . Oh , be wiser , thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love ; True dignity abides with him alone ...
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... Doth find herself insensibly disposed To virtue and true goodness . Some there are , By their good works exalted , lofty minds And meditative , authors of delight And happiness , which to the end of time 100 Will live , and spread , and ...
... Doth find herself insensibly disposed To virtue and true goodness . Some there are , By their good works exalted , lofty minds And meditative , authors of delight And happiness , which to the end of time 100 Will live , and spread , and ...
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... doth seem a thing of which He hath no need . He is by Nature led To peace so perfect that the young behold With envy what the old man hardly feels . 29 190 ΙΟ NUTTING . 1799. - 1800 . It seems a day Animal Tranquillity and Decay.
... doth seem a thing of which He hath no need . He is by Nature led To peace so perfect that the young behold With envy what the old man hardly feels . 29 190 ΙΟ NUTTING . 1799. - 1800 . It seems a day Animal Tranquillity and Decay.
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... doth go astray , Read o'er these lines ; and then review This tablet , that thus humbly rears In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years . 70 - - When through this little wreck of fame , 42 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH ...
... doth go astray , Read o'er these lines ; and then review This tablet , that thus humbly rears In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years . 70 - - When through this little wreck of fame , 42 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH ...
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... doth send forth a dolorous groan . 66 Some say that here a murder has been done , And blood cries out for blood ; but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy hart . 140 " What ...
... doth send forth a dolorous groan . 66 Some say that here a murder has been done , And blood cries out for blood ; but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy hart . 140 " What ...
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157 psl. - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
302 psl. - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
175 psl. - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
19 psl. - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
176 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.
22 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.
19 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.
209 psl. - 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
188 psl. - Ah! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile!
194 psl. - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...