The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... dear friendships with the streams and groves . Yet we , who are transgressors in this kind , Dwelling retired in our simplicity Among the woods and fields , we love you well , Joanna and I guess , since you have been So distant from us ...
... dear friendships with the streams and groves . Yet we , who are transgressors in this kind , Dwelling retired in our simplicity Among the woods and fields , we love you well , Joanna and I guess , since you have been So distant from us ...
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... dear immunities of heart Engendered between malice and true love , I was not loth to be so catechized , And this was my reply : " As it befell , - One summer morning we had walked abroad At break of day , Joanna and myself . - ' T was ...
... dear immunities of heart Engendered between malice and true love , I was not loth to be so catechized , And this was my reply : " As it befell , - One summer morning we had walked abroad At break of day , Joanna and myself . - ' T was ...
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... dear , Let them all in quiet lie , Andrew there , and Susan here , Neighbors in mortality . And should I live through sun and rain , Seven widowed years without my Jane , O Sexton , do not then remove her , Let one grave hold the Loved ...
... dear , Let them all in quiet lie , Andrew there , and Susan here , Neighbors in mortality . And should I live through sun and rain , Seven widowed years without my Jane , O Sexton , do not then remove her , Let one grave hold the Loved ...
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... dear to future men Than in old time ; - thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite . * 1802 . * See , in Chaucer and the elder Poets , the honors for- merly paid to this flower . VIII . TO THE SAME FLOWER . WITH little here TO THE DAISY . 35.
... dear to future men Than in old time ; - thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite . * 1802 . * See , in Chaucer and the elder Poets , the honors for- merly paid to this flower . VIII . TO THE SAME FLOWER . WITH little here TO THE DAISY . 35.
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... dear , While in her lonely bower she tries To cheat the thought she cannot cheer , By fanciful embroideries . " Trust , angry Bard ! a knowing Sprite , Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; Though ' mid the stars the Lyre shine bright ...
... dear , While in her lonely bower she tries To cheat the thought she cannot cheer , By fanciful embroideries . " Trust , angry Bard ! a knowing Sprite , Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; Though ' mid the stars the Lyre shine bright ...
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beauty behold beneath Benjamin Binnorie bird BLACK COMB blest bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheer Child clouds curious pastime dance dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear flowers gazed gentle glad gleam glory Glowworms grace Grasmere green Grongar Hill grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour Laodamia light living lofty lonely look LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING lyre Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountains murmur Muse Nature never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell pleasure rapture rills river Swale rock round RYDAL MOUNT self-taught art shade side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spot stars stir stone strain stream sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Youth
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126 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.
191 psl. - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
158 psl. - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
191 psl. - 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...
187 psl. - 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 : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
157 psl. - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? VII I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
118 psl. - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near.
128 psl. - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
155 psl. - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
339 psl. - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.