The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasG. Bell & Sons, 1892 |
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... Mountains for certain Political Pretenders On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp To a Lady , in answer to a request that I would write her a Poem upon some Drawings that she had made of Flowers in the Island of Madeira Glad sight ...
... Mountains for certain Political Pretenders On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp To a Lady , in answer to a request that I would write her a Poem upon some Drawings that she had made of Flowers in the Island of Madeira Glad sight ...
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... mountain Echo . To a Sky - lark " Laodamia Dion · 145 150 151 · 152 153 154 .161 The Pass of Kirkstone To Enterprise 165 168 To on her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn . 173 тф To a Young Lady , who had been reproached for To ...
... mountain Echo . To a Sky - lark " Laodamia Dion · 145 150 151 · 152 153 154 .161 The Pass of Kirkstone To Enterprise 165 168 To on her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn . 173 тф To a Young Lady , who had been reproached for To ...
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... mountain's edge , The Frost hath wrought both night and day , Wedge driving after wedge . head Look up ! and think , above your What trouble , surely , will be bred ; Last night I heard a crash - ' tis true , The splinters took another ...
... mountain's edge , The Frost hath wrought both night and day , Wedge driving after wedge . head Look up ! and think , above your What trouble , surely , will be bred ; Last night I heard a crash - ' tis true , The splinters took another ...
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... mountain river Pouring out praise to the almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! 20 25 Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; But hearing thee , or others of thy kind , As full ...
... mountain river Pouring out praise to the almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! 20 25 Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; But hearing thee , or others of thy kind , As full ...
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... mountain's breast . 1812 . 15 XVII . HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS FOR CERTAIN POLITICAL PRETENDERS . " WHO but hails the sight with pleasure When the wings of genius rise , Their ability to measure With great enterprise ; But in man was ne ...
... mountain's breast . 1812 . 15 XVII . HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS FOR CERTAIN POLITICAL PRETENDERS . " WHO but hails the sight with pleasure When the wings of genius rise , Their ability to measure With great enterprise ; But in man was ne ...
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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.