The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... ; her wing That may respect the good old Age When Fancy was Truth's willing Page ; And Truth would skim the flowery glade , Though entering but as Fancy's Shade . XIV . TO THE DAISY . WITH little here to 6 A FLOWER GARDEN .
... ; her wing That may respect the good old Age When Fancy was Truth's willing Page ; And Truth would skim the flowery glade , Though entering but as Fancy's Shade . XIV . TO THE DAISY . WITH little here to 6 A FLOWER GARDEN .
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... shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of Man and Steed , Away they fly to left , to right- Of your fair household , Father Knight , Methinks you take small heed ! Sing , mournfully , oh ...
... shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of Man and Steed , Away they fly to left , to right- Of your fair household , Father Knight , Methinks you take small heed ! Sing , mournfully , oh ...
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... ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up - coiling , and inveterately convolved , - Nor uninformed with Phantasy , and looks That threaten the profane ; - a pillared shade , D 3 53 Yew Trees.
... ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up - coiling , and inveterately convolved , - Nor uninformed with Phantasy , and looks That threaten the profane ; - a pillared shade , D 3 53 Yew Trees.
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William Wordsworth. That threaten the profane ; - a pillared shade , Upon whose grassless floor of red - brown hue , By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially beneath whose sable roof - Of boughs , as if for festal purpose ...
William Wordsworth. That threaten the profane ; - a pillared shade , Upon whose grassless floor of red - brown hue , By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially beneath whose sable roof - Of boughs , as if for festal purpose ...
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... 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 first NUTTING . 59.
... 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 first NUTTING . 59.
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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...