The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMacmillan, 1889 - Всего страниц: 928 |
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... found are 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.
... found are 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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... 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.
... 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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... wind . 1802 1807 August 7 Composed near Calais , on the Road leading to Ardres , August 7 , 1802 • 1802 1807 Aug. 15 Jones ! as from Calais southward you and I. Calais , August 15 , 1802 Festivals have I seen that were not names . 1802 ...
... wind . 1802 1807 August 7 Composed near Calais , on the Road leading to Ardres , August 7 , 1802 • 1802 1807 Aug. 15 Jones ! as from Calais southward you and I. Calais , August 15 , 1802 Festivals have I seen that were not names . 1802 ...
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... wind come ? What way does he go ? Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early There was a time when meadow , grove , and stream . • 357 1807 1807 1807 Feb. A Prophecy . February 1807 360 High deeds , O Germans , are to come ...
... wind come ? What way does he go ? Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early There was a time when meadow , grove , and stream . • 357 1807 1807 1807 Feb. A Prophecy . February 1807 360 High deeds , O Germans , are to come ...
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... Wind . 1808 1839 George and Sarah Green 387 Who weeps for strangers ! ? Many wept . 1809 1809 1815 Hoffer . 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 Of mortal parents is the Hero born . Advance - come forth from thy ...
... Wind . 1808 1839 George and Sarah Green 387 Who weeps for strangers ! ? Many wept . 1809 1809 1815 Hoffer . 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 1809 1815 Of mortal parents is the Hero born . Advance - come forth from thy ...
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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.