The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 7 tomasW. Paterson, 1885 |
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altar Ambleside ancient aught Bard beauty bird Bishop blest Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brow Castle cheek Christian Church Coleorton Comp Compare crown dear Devil's Bridge divine Dorothy Wordsworth doth dread earth England fair faith Fancy fear feel Fenwick note flowers Forum Trajanum gentle grace Grasmere hand happy hath heart Heaven Henry Reed holy hope King Lady Beaumont light living look Lord meek memory mind morn Muse natural o'er peace Penrith Peter Waldo Philoctetes PILLAR OF TRAJAN poem prayer Rhine river Mynach Roman round RUSSIAN FUGITIVE Rydal Mount sacred scorn shade sigh smile smooth soft Sonnet soul spirit spread St Bees stanza stars stream sweet tears thee thou thought towers trees truth vale verse voice Wicliffe wild wind wings WISHING-GATE WORCESTER CATHEDRAL words Wordsworth to Lady Written at Rydal
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389 psl. - MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none. While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
159 psl. - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
272 psl. - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
271 psl. - Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day, Their dignity installing In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves Were on the bough, or falling; But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed The forest to embolden; Reddened the fiery hues, and shot Transparence through the golden. For busy thoughts the Stream flowed on In foamy agitation; And slept in many a crystal pool...
202 psl. - Thy hungry barkings to the hymn Of joy, that from her utmost walls The six-days' Work, by flaming Seraphim Transmits to Heaven ! As Deep to Deep Shouting through one valley calls...
113 psl. - To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye ; Convinced that there, there only, she can lay Secure foundations.
177 psl. - To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler! — that love-prompted strain — 'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond — Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring.
105 psl. - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.
75 psl. - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. With moistened eye We read of faith and purest charity = In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citizen: O could we copy their mild virtues, then What joy to live, what blessedness to die!
76 psl. - Bodies fall by wild sword-law ; • But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw Against a Champion cased in adamant.