The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 4W. Paterson, 1883 |
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... VALE ! " I SAID 66 WHEN I SHALL CON How SWEET IT IS , WHEN MOTHER FANCY ROCKS . THOSE WORDS WERE UTTERED AS IN PENSIVE MOOD . COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE Lake . • WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON , THOU CLIMB'ST THE SKY . THE WORLD IS ...
... VALE ! " I SAID 66 WHEN I SHALL CON How SWEET IT IS , WHEN MOTHER FANCY ROCKS . THOSE WORDS WERE UTTERED AS IN PENSIVE MOOD . COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE Lake . • WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON , THOU CLIMB'ST THE SKY . THE WORLD IS ...
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... VALE OF GRASMERE , 1812. . 266 WATER - FOWL . · 267 VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB . 268 WRITTEN WITH A SLATE PENCIL ON A STONE ON THE SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN OF BLACK COMB . 269 NOVEMBER , 1813 . 271 APPENDIX . PREFACE TO THE SECOND ...
... VALE OF GRASMERE , 1812. . 266 WATER - FOWL . · 267 VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB . 268 WRITTEN WITH A SLATE PENCIL ON A STONE ON THE SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN OF BLACK COMB . 269 NOVEMBER , 1813 . 271 APPENDIX . PREFACE TO THE SECOND ...
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... Vale ! " I said , " When I shall con Those many records of my childish years , Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will press me down : to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought , if life have one . " But , when into the Vale ...
... Vale ! " I said , " When I shall con Those many records of my childish years , Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will press me down : to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought , if life have one . " But , when into the Vale ...
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... Vale " referred to is that of Hawkshead ; the Brooks , the one that feeds Esthwaite , and Sawrey beck , but above all , " the famous brook within our garden boxed . " ( See The Prelude , passim , and The Fountain . ) - ED . Comp . 1806 ...
... Vale " referred to is that of Hawkshead ; the Brooks , the one that feeds Esthwaite , and Sawrey beck , but above all , " the famous brook within our garden boxed . " ( See The Prelude , passim , and The Fountain . ) - ED . Comp . 1806 ...
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... Vale ! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone , A mighty unison of streams ! Of all her Voices , One ! 1 1815 . Nor view of him who sate thereon allowed ; 1807 . 2 1845 . I seemed to mount those steps ; the vapours ...
... Vale ! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone , A mighty unison of streams ! Of all her Voices , One ! 1 1815 . Nor view of him who sate thereon allowed ; 1807 . 2 1845 . I seemed to mount those steps ; the vapours ...
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Стр. 50 - On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Стр. 55 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Стр. 51 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 64 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave...
Стр. 52 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty prophet ! seer blest I On whom those truths do rest, "Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 3 - It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity...
Стр. 53 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Стр. 54 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 51 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Стр. 54 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither — And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.