The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasG. Bell & Sons, 1892 |
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... more of pity for regrets With which she may have striven ! Now but in wantonness she frets , Or spite , if cause be given ; 20 Arch , volatile , a sportive bird By social glee THE CONTRAST . 37 The Contrast The Parrot and the Wren.
... more of pity for regrets With which she may have striven ! Now but in wantonness she frets , Or spite , if cause be given ; 20 Arch , volatile , a sportive bird By social glee THE CONTRAST . 37 The Contrast The Parrot and the Wren.
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... given ; - And many a blithe day they have past . In sight of the spires , All alive with the fires Of the sun going down to his rest , 15 In the broad open eye of the solitary sky , They dance , there are three , as jocund as free ...
... given ; - And many a blithe day they have past . In sight of the spires , All alive with the fires Of the sun going down to his rest , 15 In the broad open eye of the solitary sky , They dance , there are three , as jocund as free ...
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... given Hope , and a renovation without end . -That smile forbids the thought ; for on thy face 65 Smiles are beginning , like the beams of dawn , To shoot and circulate ; smiles have there been seen ; 70 Tranquil assurances that Heaven ...
... given Hope , and a renovation without end . -That smile forbids the thought ; for on thy face 65 Smiles are beginning , like the beams of dawn , To shoot and circulate ; smiles have there been seen ; 70 Tranquil assurances that Heaven ...
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... dangerous food 100 105 110 115 120 For him , a Youth to whom was given So much of earth - so much of heaven , And such impetuous blood . 125 Whatever in those climes he found Irregular in sight or 114 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... dangerous food 100 105 110 115 120 For him , a Youth to whom was given So much of earth - so much of heaven , And such impetuous blood . 125 Whatever in those climes he found Irregular in sight or 114 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... given , Yet it befell that , in this lonely place , When I with these untoward thoughts had striven , Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares : 55 The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs . IX ...
... given , Yet it befell that , in this lonely place , When I with these untoward thoughts had striven , Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares : 55 The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs . IX ...
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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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Alfoxden Barron Field beauty behold beneath Benjamin bird BLACK COMB bower breast breath breeze bright calm changes of text cheer clouds Coleorton creature Cuckoo dancing Dated by Wordsworth dear delight doth earth fair fancy fear flowers gentle gleams grace Grasmere green groves happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill Laodamia light lines living lonely look Loughrigg Fell mind morning mortal mountain nature never night o'er Peter Bell pleasure poem poor present text previously published 1807 reading replaced river Swale rocks round Rydal Mount S. T. Coleridge Sara Coleridge seen shade side sight silent sing song soul sound spirit spring stanza stars stood stream sweet Text unchanged thee thine things thou thoughts trees vale verses voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods words Written at Rydal ΙΟ
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146 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
149 psl. - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her...
149 psl. - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
96 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.
150 psl. - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
146 psl. - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, 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.
97 psl. - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
86 psl. - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
147 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...
148 psl. - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.