Selections from WordsworthK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - Всего страниц: 309 |
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... never feel and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye streamed with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept ...
... never feel and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye streamed with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept ...
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... never child of song May know that Poet's sorrows more . How calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest Powers attended . 1797 . THE REVERIE OF POOR ...
... never child of song May know that Poet's sorrows more . How calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest Powers attended . 1797 . THE REVERIE OF POOR ...
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... never dry Though but of compass small , and bare To thirsty suns and parching air . IV . And , close beside this aged Thorn , There is a fresh and lovely sight , A beauteous heap , a hill of moss , Just half a foot in height . All ...
... never dry Though but of compass small , and bare To thirsty suns and parching air . IV . And , close beside this aged Thorn , There is a fresh and lovely sight , A beauteous heap , a hill of moss , Just half a foot in height . All ...
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... never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . VI . Now would you see this aged Thorn , This pond , and beauteous hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits ...
... never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . VI . Now would you see this aged Thorn , This pond , and beauteous hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits ...
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... never heard of such as dare Approach the spot when she is there . " X. " But wherefore to the mountain - top Can this unhappy Woman go , Whatever star is in the skies , Whatever wind may blow ? " " Tis known , that twenty years are ...
... never heard of such as dare Approach the spot when she is there . " X. " But wherefore to the mountain - top Can this unhappy Woman go , Whatever star is in the skies , Whatever wind may blow ? " " Tis known , that twenty years are ...
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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.