The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasW. Paterson, 1882 |
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... bespattered with his foam , And dancing high and dancing low , Was living , as a child might know , In an unhappy home . II . " Dost thou presume my course to block POEMS OF THE FANCY . The Waterfall and the Eglantine.
... bespattered with his foam , And dancing high and dancing low , Was living , as a child might know , In an unhappy home . II . " Dost thou presume my course to block POEMS OF THE FANCY . The Waterfall and the Eglantine.
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. II . " Dost thou presume my course to block ? Off , off ! or , puny Thing ! I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres cling . " The Flood was tyrannous and strong ; The patient ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. II . " Dost thou presume my course to block ? Off , off ! or , puny Thing ! I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres cling . " The Flood was tyrannous and strong ; The patient ...
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... dost run Thy pleasant course , -when day's begun As ready to salute the sun As lark or leveret , Thy long - lost praise thou shalt regain ; Nor be less dear to future men Than in old time ; —thou not in vain Art Nature's favourite ...
... dost run Thy pleasant course , -when day's begun As ready to salute the sun As lark or leveret , Thy long - lost praise thou shalt regain ; Nor be less dear to future men Than in old time ; —thou not in vain Art Nature's favourite ...
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... , Linnet ! in thy green array , Presiding Spirit here to - day , Dost lead the revels of the May ; And this is thy dominion . While birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make 20 POEMS OF THE FANCY . 20 The Green Linnet.
... , Linnet ! in thy green array , Presiding Spirit here to - day , Dost lead the revels of the May ; And this is thy dominion . While birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make 20 POEMS OF THE FANCY . 20 The Green Linnet.
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... dost show thy pleasant face On the moor , and in the wood , In the lane ; -there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' tis good enough for thee . Ill befal the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that ...
... dost show thy pleasant face On the moor , and in the wood , In the lane ; -there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' tis good enough for thee . Ill befal the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside beauty behold beneath Benjamin bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright Brinsop calm cheer cloth gilt clouds Coleorton composed creature dear delight divine dost doth earth fair faith Fancy fear flowers French morocco gentle gilt edges gladness gleam glory glow-worm grace Grasmere green grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour light living lonely look Lord Clifford Loughrigg Fell Martha Ray mind moon morning mountain mournfully murmur Muse Nature nest never night o'er pensive Peter Bell pleasure poem Poets praise rays Workman rill river Swale rock round Rydal Mount seen shade side sight silent sing smile solitude of Binnorie song Sonnet soul spirit spring stars stir stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Windermere wings wood WRITTEN at Rydal
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108 psl. - The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
107 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. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
105 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 way-lay.
163 psl. - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint 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.
116 psl. - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
165 psl. - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
162 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.
161 psl. - 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; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
303 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
132 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...