The Poetical Works of William WordsworthCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1861 - 532 psl. |
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... soul in the village this morning will stay ; The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds , And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds . " -Of coats and of jackets grey , scarlet , and ON THE AFFECTIONS . 73.
... soul in the village this morning will stay ; The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds , And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds . " -Of coats and of jackets grey , scarlet , and ON THE AFFECTIONS . 73.
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... soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue . " Ill , " said he , " The end of man's existence I discerned , Who from ignoble games and revelry * Could draw , when we had parted , vain delight While tears were thy best ...
... soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue . " Ill , " said he , " The end of man's existence I discerned , Who from ignoble games and revelry * Could draw , when we had parted , vain delight While tears were thy best ...
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... soul I swept the indignity away : Old frailties then recurred : -but lofty thought , In act embodied , my deliverance wrought . " And thou , though strong in love , art all too weak In reason , in self - government too slow ; I counsel ...
... soul I swept the indignity away : Old frailties then recurred : -but lofty thought , In act embodied , my deliverance wrought . " And thou , though strong in love , art all too weak In reason , in self - government too slow ; I counsel ...
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... soul as strong as a mountain river , Pouring out praise to th ' Almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! Hearing thee , or else some other , As merry a brother , I on the earth will go plodding on , By myself , cheerfully ...
... soul as strong as a mountain river , Pouring out praise to th ' Almighty Giver , Joy and jollity be with us both ! Hearing thee , or else some other , As merry a brother , I on the earth will go plodding on , By myself , cheerfully ...
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... soul awake , And have faculties to take , Even from things by sorrow wrought , Matter for a jocund thought ; Spite of care , and spite of grief , To gambol with life's falling leaf . XIX . A FRAGMENT . BETWEEN two sister moorland rills ...
... soul awake , And have faculties to take , Even from things by sorrow wrought , Matter for a jocund thought ; Spite of care , and spite of grief , To gambol with life's falling leaf . XIX . A FRAGMENT . BETWEEN two sister moorland rills ...
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behold beneath Betty Betty Foy Binnorie bird blessed bower breath bright brother BROUGHAM CASTLE cheerful child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight doth dwell earth Ennerdale face fair father fear flowers glad Grasmere grave green happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy Johnie Kilve lake LAODAMIA LEONARD light live Loch Katrine lofty lonely look Lyrical Ballads Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain Nature never night o'er pain pleasure poet poor porringer PRIEST rill Rob Roy rocks round shade shepherd shore side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars steep stood stream summer sweet sweetest thing tears thee There's things thou art thought traveller trees Twas Twill vale voice walk wandering wild William Wordsworth wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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105 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.
116 psl. - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
111 psl. - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
40 psl. - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
173 psl. - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
xvii 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.
216 psl. - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
139 psl. - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
143 psl. - Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
147 psl. - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need...