Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - Всего страниц: 527 |
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... Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . I've heard , the moss is spotted red With drops of that poor infant's blood : But kill a new - born infant thus , I do not think she could ! Some say , if to the Pond you go , And fix on it a steady ...
... Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . I've heard , the moss is spotted red With drops of that poor infant's blood : But kill a new - born infant thus , I do not think she could ! Some say , if to the Pond you go , And fix on it a steady ...
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... Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . I cannot tell how this may be : But plain it is , the Thorn is bound With heavy tufts of moss , that strive To drag it to the ground ; And this I know , full many a time , When she was on the mountain ...
... Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . I cannot tell how this may be : But plain it is , the Thorn is bound With heavy tufts of moss , that strive To drag it to the ground ; And this I know , full many a time , When she was on the mountain ...
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... beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Was never man in such a joyful case ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north ...
... beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Was never man in such a joyful case ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north ...
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... Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank , Lulled by this Fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wandered from his mother's side . In April here beneath the scented thorn He heard the 55.
... Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank , Lulled by this Fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wandered from his mother's side . In April here beneath the scented thorn He heard the 55.
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... beneath the scented thorn He heard the birds their morning carols sing ; 1 And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . But now here's neither grass nor pleasant shade ; The sun on ...
... beneath the scented thorn He heard the birds their morning carols sing ; 1 And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . But now here's neither grass nor pleasant shade ; The sun on ...
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Стр. 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Стр. 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Стр. 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 345 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 28 - 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. 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Стр. 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Стр. 351 - 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...