The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMacmillan, 1889 - Всего страниц: 928 |
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... sweet . 172 173 Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies . 174 * 1802 1807 Resolution and Independence 174 May 7 There was a roaring in the wind all night . Com- First posed . Published . 1800 1800 1800 1800 CONTENTS ix.
... sweet . 172 173 Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies . 174 * 1802 1807 Resolution and Independence 174 May 7 There was a roaring in the wind all night . Com- First posed . Published . 1800 1800 1800 1800 CONTENTS ix.
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... ) Pleasures newly found are sweet . 1807 Resolution and Independence There was a roaring in the wind all night . 172 173 Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies . 174 174 Х 1802 Com- First posed . Published . 1807 I grieved CONTENTS ix.
... ) Pleasures newly found are sweet . 1807 Resolution and Independence There was a roaring in the wind all night . 172 173 Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies . 174 174 Х 1802 Com- First posed . Published . 1807 I grieved CONTENTS ix.
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... Sweet Highland Girl , a very shower . 1803 1807 6. Glen Almain ; or , The Narrow Glen 191 In this still place , remote from men . 1803 1807 7 7. Stepping Westward 192 " What , you are stepping westward ? " — Yea . 1803 1807 > 8. The ...
... Sweet Highland Girl , a very shower . 1803 1807 6. Glen Almain ; or , The Narrow Glen 191 In this still place , remote from men . 1803 1807 7 7. Stepping Westward 192 " What , you are stepping westward ? " — Yea . 1803 1807 > 8. The ...
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... sweet indeed . 212 1805 1805 1807 Ode to Duty 213 Stern Daughter of the Voice of God ! 1805 1807 To a Skylark • 213 Up with me ! up with me into the clouds ! 1805 1807 Fidelity 214 1805 1807 1805 1807 1805 1815 To the Daisy ( fourth ...
... sweet indeed . 212 1805 1805 1807 Ode to Duty 213 Stern Daughter of the Voice of God ! 1805 1807 To a Skylark • 213 Up with me ! up with me into the clouds ! 1805 1807 Fidelity 214 1805 1807 1805 1807 1805 1815 To the Daisy ( fourth ...
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... sweet Little - ones , is past . 1807 1807 Gipsies 362 1807 1807 · 1807 1807 · 1807 1807 1807 1807 Yet are they here the same unbroken knot . O Nightingale ! thou surely art To Lady Beaumont Lady ! the songs of Spring were in the grove ...
... sweet Little - ones , is past . 1807 1807 Gipsies 362 1807 1807 · 1807 1807 · 1807 1807 1807 1807 Yet are they here the same unbroken knot . O Nightingale ! thou surely art To Lady Beaumont Lady ! the songs of Spring were in the grove ...
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Стр. 177 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 90 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature, and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Стр. 356 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised : 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Стр. 111 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 90 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then — The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by — To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest...
Стр. 167 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 355 - 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 ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among...
Стр. 356 - 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. 355 - 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! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness" of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou...
Стр. 356 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a newborn day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.