The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... Rock , whose solitary brow 266 To Sleep 267 To Sleep 268 To Sleep 269 The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete 270 Angler " 271 To the Poet , John Dyer 272 On the Detraction which followed the Publication Page To ...
... Rock , whose solitary brow 266 To Sleep 267 To Sleep 268 To Sleep 269 The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete 270 Angler " 271 To the Poet , John Dyer 272 On the Detraction which followed the Publication Page To ...
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... rocks Personal Talk ( continued ) ( continued ) ( concluded ) To R. B. Haydon , Esq . - From the dark chambers of dejection freed Fair Prime of life ! - I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 - 280 - 281 282 · 285 284 285 286 ...
... rocks Personal Talk ( continued ) ( continued ) ( concluded ) To R. B. Haydon , Esq . - From the dark chambers of dejection freed Fair Prime of life ! - I heard ( alas ! ' twas only in a dream ) - 279 - 280 - 281 282 · 285 284 285 286 ...
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... . And , should I live through sun and rain Seven widowed years without my O Sexton , do not then remove her , Jane , Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover ! XVIII . WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock TO A SEXTON . 13.
... . And , should I live through sun and rain Seven widowed years without my O Sexton , do not then remove her , Jane , Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover ! XVIII . WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock TO A SEXTON . 13.
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William Wordsworth. XVIII . WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living Snowdrops ? circlet bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this ...
William Wordsworth. XVIII . WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living Snowdrops ? circlet bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this ...
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... rocks , Its woods , and that uncertain heaven , received Into the bosom of the steady lake . This Boy was taken from his Mates , and died In childhood , ere he was full twelve years old . Fair is the spot , most beautiful the Vale Where ...
... rocks , Its woods , and that uncertain heaven , received Into the bosom of the steady lake . This Boy was taken from his Mates , and died In childhood , ere he was full twelve years old . Fair is the spot , most beautiful the Vale Where ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth– With a Memoir : Seven ..., 2 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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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...