The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 1 tomasLittle, Brown, 1854 |
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... gone , feebly pursued his way . XI . As one whose brain habitual frenzy fires Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed Profounder quiet , when the fit retires , Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed His sense , in sudden ...
... gone , feebly pursued his way . XI . As one whose brain habitual frenzy fires Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed Profounder quiet , when the fit retires , Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed His sense , in sudden ...
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William Wordsworth. XII . Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled , Gone is the raven timely rest to seek ; He seemed the only creature in the wild On whom the elements their rage might wreak ; Save that the bustard , of those regions ...
William Wordsworth. XII . Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled , Gone is the raven timely rest to seek ; He seemed the only creature in the wild On whom the elements their rage might wreak ; Save that the bustard , of those regions ...
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... ill : Besides , on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brood- ing still . XLVIII . What could I do , unaided and unblest ? My father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help GUILT AND SORROW . 69.
... ill : Besides , on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brood- ing still . XLVIII . What could I do , unaided and unblest ? My father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help GUILT AND SORROW . 69.
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... gone . The carman wet her lips as well behoved ; Bed under her lean body there was none , Though even to die near one she most had loved She could not of herself those wasted limbs have moved . LXII . The Soldier's Widow learned with ...
... gone . The carman wet her lips as well behoved ; Bed under her lean body there was none , Though even to die near one she most had loved She could not of herself those wasted limbs have moved . LXII . The Soldier's Widow learned with ...
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... Father , I would not change that sacred feeling For all this world can give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone , a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things 86 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
... Father , I would not change that sacred feeling For all this world can give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone , a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things 86 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth– With a Memoir William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1870 |
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Alps arms art thou babe beneath Betty Betty Foy blessed breast breath bright cheerful child cottage dark dead dear door Earl of Lonsdale earth edition ELDRED Elea Ennerdale eyes face fancy father fear feel flowers gone Grasmere grave green grief hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven HERBERT hills hope hour Idiot Boy Idon Idonea innocent Johnny Kilve Lacy lamb Leonard light live look Lord Clifford Lyrical Ballads Maid MARMADUKE mind moon mother mountain nature never night o'er Oswald pain passed peace poems poet poor porringer rocks round Salisbury Plain seemed shade side sigh sight sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turned vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woman wood words Wordsworth Youth
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187 psl. - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
203 psl. - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell/ She answered, " Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
274 psl. - Came near, and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon.
343 psl. - Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the fold of which His flock had need.
273 psl. - Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon.
350 psl. - He was his comfort and his daily hope. While in this sort the simple household lived From day to day, to Michael's ear there came Distressful tidings. Long before the time Of which I speak, the Shepherd had been bound In surety for his brother's son, a man Of an industrious life, and ample means...
344 psl. - And grossly that man errs who should suppose That the green valleys, and the streams and rocks, Were things indifferent to the shepherd's thoughts.
355 psl. - Even to the utmost I have been to thee A kind and a good Father: and herein I but repay a gift which I myself Received at others' hands ; for, though now old Beyond the common life of man, I still Remember them who loved me in my youth. Both of them sleep together: here they lived, As all their Forefathers had done; and when At length their time was come, they were not loth To give their bodies to the family mould.
67 psl. - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound : And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
202 psl. - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?