The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasG. Bell & Sons, 1892 |
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... sight The Redbreast chasing the Butterfly . 29 30 Song for the Spinning Wheel . Founded upon a Belief prevalent among the Pastoral Vales 31 of Westmoreland . Hint from the Mountains for certain Political Pretenders On seeing a ...
... sight The Redbreast chasing the Butterfly . 29 30 Song for the Spinning Wheel . Founded upon a Belief prevalent among the Pastoral Vales 31 of Westmoreland . Hint from the Mountains for certain Political Pretenders On seeing a ...
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... sight is free as air - or crost Only by art in nature lost . And though the jealous turf refuse By random footsteps to be prest , And feed on never - sullied dews , Ye , gentle breezes from the west , With all the ministers of hope Are ...
... sight is free as air - or crost Only by art in nature lost . And though the jealous turf refuse By random footsteps to be prest , And feed on never - sullied dews , Ye , gentle breezes from the west , With all the ministers of hope Are ...
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... sight . By the murmur of a spring , Or the least bough's rustelling ; By a Daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree ; She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser ...
... sight . By the murmur of a spring , Or the least bough's rustelling ; By a Daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree ; She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser ...
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... sight he oft deceives , A Brother of the dancing leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign ...
... sight he oft deceives , A Brother of the dancing leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign ...
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... sight of thee was glad ; All unheard of as thou art , Thou must needs , I think , have had , Celandine ! and long ago , Praise of which I nothing know . I have not a doubt but he , Whosoe'er the man might be , Who the first with pointed ...
... sight of thee was glad ; All unheard of as thou art , Thou must needs , I think , have had , Celandine ! and long ago , Praise of which I nothing know . I have not a doubt but he , Whosoe'er the man might be , Who the first with pointed ...
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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.
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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.
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