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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... thee with a human heart : God shield thee to thy latest years ! I neither know thee nor thy peers ; And yet my eyes are filled with tears . With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away : For never saw I mien , or face ...
... thee with a human heart : God shield thee to thy latest years ! I neither know thee nor thy peers ; And yet my eyes are filled with tears . With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away : For never saw I mien , or face ...
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... thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell ; Adopt your homely , ways and dress , A Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art ...
... thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell ; Adopt your homely , ways and dress , A Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art ...
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... Thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the Cabin small , The Lake , the Bay , the Waterfall And Thee , the Spirit of them all ! ; XIX . THE SOLITARY REAPER . BEHOLD her , single 6.
... Thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now , the Cabin small , The Lake , the Bay , the Waterfall And Thee , the Spirit of them all ! ; XIX . THE SOLITARY REAPER . BEHOLD her , single 6.
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... thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ; And ...
... thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ; And ...
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... thee ; A ray of Fancy still survives- Her sunshine plays upon thee ! Thy ever - youthful waters keep A course of lively pleasure ; And gladsome notes my lips can breathe , Accordant to the measure . The vapours linger round the Heights ...
... thee ; A ray of Fancy still survives- Her sunshine plays upon thee ! Thy ever - youthful waters keep A course of lively pleasure ; And gladsome notes my lips can breathe , Accordant to the measure . The vapours linger round the Heights ...
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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...