The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... light upon the pre- sent Volumes , and especially upon one division of them , I shall spare myself and the Reader the trouble of considering the Imagination as it deals with thoughts and sentiments , as it regulates the composition of ...
... light upon the pre- sent Volumes , and especially upon one division of them , I shall spare myself and the Reader the trouble of considering the Imagination as it deals with thoughts and sentiments , as it regulates the composition of ...
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... Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected , as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
... Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected , as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
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... light ; - Books have we to read , but that half - stifled knell , Alas ! ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . - Come now we'll to bed ! He may work his own will , He may knock at the door , May drive at the windows , Let him seek ...
... light ; - Books have we to read , but that half - stifled knell , Alas ! ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . - Come now we'll to bed ! He may work his own will , He may knock at the door , May drive at the windows , Let him seek ...
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... light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon The Minster - clock has just struck two , And yonder is the Moon . " At this the Father raised his hook , And snapped 10 LUCY GRAY ...
... light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon The Minster - clock has just struck two , And yonder is the Moon . " At this the Father raised his hook , And snapped 10 LUCY GRAY ...
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... light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . - The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ...
... light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . - The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ...
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Alps art thou beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright Brother CHARLES LAMB cheer Child church-yard cliffs clouds Coleorton cottage crag dear delight door Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear feel flowers Friend gone Grasmere grave green happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light living look lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain nature never night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poetry porringer PRIEST racter Reader rill rocks round shade Shakspeare Shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smiles snow solitude song soul sound spirit spot star steep stone Sugh summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice Waggon ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood youth
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Стр. xxvii - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Стр. 122 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Стр. 14 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Стр. 120 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Стр. 336 - Works, it is this, — that every author, as far as he is great and at the same time original, has had the task of creating the taste by which he is to be enjoyed : so has it been, so will it continue to be.
Стр. 252 - Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain River Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Стр. 12 - They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none...
Стр. 182 - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Стр. 4 - Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey : — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
Стр. 20 - What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?