The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... pains The Shepherd , looking eastward Hail , Twilight With how sad steps , O Moon Even as a dragon's eye Mark the concentred Hazels Captivity Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks Composed on the Banks of a Rocky Stream Pure element of ...
... pains The Shepherd , looking eastward Hail , Twilight With how sad steps , O Moon Even as a dragon's eye Mark the concentred Hazels Captivity Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks Composed on the Banks of a Rocky Stream Pure element of ...
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... whole fire - side is there . Here , alone , before thine eyes , Simon's sickly Daughter lies , From weakness now , and pain defended , Whom he twenty winters tended . Look but at the gardener's pride — How he glories 12 To a Sexton.
... whole fire - side is there . Here , alone , before thine eyes , Simon's sickly Daughter lies , From weakness now , and pain defended , Whom he twenty winters tended . Look but at the gardener's pride — How he glories 12 To a Sexton.
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... pain when I beheld The silent trees and the intruding sky . - Then , dearest Maiden ! move along these shades In gentleness of heart ; with gentle hand Touch - for there is a spirit in the woods . IX . SHE was a Phantom of delight When ...
... pain when I beheld The silent trees and the intruding sky . - Then , dearest Maiden ! move along these shades In gentleness of heart ; with gentle hand Touch - for there is a spirit in the woods . IX . SHE was a Phantom of delight When ...
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... pains she had , That she in half a year was mad , And in a prison housed ; And there she sang tumultuous songs , By recollection of her wrongs , To fearful passion rouzed . Yet sometimes milder hours she knew , Nor wanted sun , nor rain ...
... pains she had , That she in half a year was mad , And in a prison housed ; And there she sang tumultuous songs , By recollection of her wrongs , To fearful passion rouzed . Yet sometimes milder hours she knew , Nor wanted sun , nor rain ...
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... pain ; She from her prison fled ; But of the Vagrant none took thought ; And where it liked her best she sought Her shelter and her bread . Among the fields she breathed again : The master - current of her brain Ran permanent and free ...
... pain ; She from her prison fled ; But of the Vagrant none took thought ; And where it liked her best she sought Her shelter and her bread . Among the fields she breathed again : The master - current of her brain Ran permanent and free ...
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admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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60 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.
286 psl. - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
64 psl. - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. '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.
356 psl. - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
289 psl. - 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.
182 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
104 psl. - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
47 psl. - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. 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.
268 psl. - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
305 psl. - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to 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...