Selections from WordsworthK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - Всего страниц: 309 |
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... fear ' " My frame hath often trembled with delight " " The old inventive Poets , had they seen Return , Content ! for fondly I pursued " " I rose while yet the cattle , heat - opprest Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep " " But ...
... fear ' " My frame hath often trembled with delight " " The old inventive Poets , had they seen Return , Content ! for fondly I pursued " " I rose while yet the cattle , heat - opprest Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep " " But ...
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... fear ! I pray thee have no fear of me ; But safe as in a cradle , here My lovely baby ! thou shalt be : To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . III . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull ...
... fear ! I pray thee have no fear of me ; But safe as in a cradle , here My lovely baby ! thou shalt be : To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . III . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull ...
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... sweet babe would die . VI . Then do not fear , my boy ! for thee Bold as a lion will I be ; And I will always be thy guide , Through hollow snows and rivers wide . B I'll build an Indian bower ; I know The leaves HER EYES ARE WILD . 17.
... sweet babe would die . VI . Then do not fear , my boy ! for thee Bold as a lion will I be ; And I will always be thy guide , Through hollow snows and rivers wide . B I'll build an Indian bower ; I know The leaves HER EYES ARE WILD . 17.
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... fear to die . III . Alas ! ye might have dragged me on Another day , a single one ! Too soon I yielded to despair ; Why did ye listen to my prayer ? When ye were gone my limbs were stronger ; And oh , how grievously I rue , That ...
... fear to die . III . Alas ! ye might have dragged me on Another day , a single one ! Too soon I yielded to despair ; Why did ye listen to my prayer ? When ye were gone my limbs were stronger ; And oh , how grievously I rue , That ...
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... fear to die ? VII . Young as I am , my course is run , I shall not see another sun ; I cannot lift my limbs to know If they have any life or no . My poor forsaken Child , if I For once could have thee close to me , With happy heart I ...
... fear to die ? VII . Young as I am , my course is run , I shall not see another sun ; I cannot lift my limbs to know If they have any life or no . My poor forsaken Child , if I For once could have thee close to me , With happy heart I ...
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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.