Selections from WordsworthK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - Всего страниц: 309 |
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... earth that she loves . She looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ...
... earth that she loves . She looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ...
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... earth these mosses creep , And this poor Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they are bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all have joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever ...
... earth these mosses creep , And this poor Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they are bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all have joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever ...
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... earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size , As like as like can be : But never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . VI ...
... earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size , As like as like can be : But never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . VI ...
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... earth - nuts fit for food : Then , pretty dear , be not afraid : We'll find thy father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN ...
... earth - nuts fit for food : Then , pretty dear , be not afraid : We'll find thy father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN ...
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... earth Is all his prospect . When the little birds Flit over him , if their quick shadows strike Across his path , he does not lift his head Like one whose thoughts have been unsettled . So , Bow - bent , his eyes for ever on the ground ...
... earth Is all his prospect . When the little birds Flit over him , if their quick shadows strike Across his path , he does not lift his head Like one whose thoughts have been unsettled . So , Bow - bent , his eyes for ever on the ground ...
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Стр. 175 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Стр. 142 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 48 - 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.
Стр. 179 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Стр. 53 - 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.
Стр. 176 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the. fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Стр. 51 - 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.
Стр. 98 - While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.
Стр. 99 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush and tree and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Стр. 177 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.