The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - Всего страниц: 285 |
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... Mountain we behold By the celestial Muses glorified . Yet round our sea - girt shore they rise in crowds : What was the great Parnassus ' self to Thee , Mount Skiddaw ? In his natural sovereignty Our British Hill is nobler far ; he ...
... Mountain we behold By the celestial Muses glorified . Yet round our sea - girt shore they rise in crowds : What was the great Parnassus ' self to Thee , Mount Skiddaw ? In his natural sovereignty Our British Hill is nobler far ; he ...
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... the shining Seas ; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head , Whence I have risen , uplifted on the breeze Of harmony , above all earthly care . Music Upon the PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 5.
... the shining Seas ; Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head , Whence I have risen , uplifted on the breeze Of harmony , above all earthly care . Music Upon the PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 5.
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... mountain's head : Even she who toils to spin our vital thread Might smile on work , O Lady , once so dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the Poor ! yet shall kind Heaven protect Its own ; though Rulers , with undue ...
... mountain's head : Even she who toils to spin our vital thread Might smile on work , O Lady , once so dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the Poor ! yet shall kind Heaven protect Its own ; though Rulers , with undue ...
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... mountains . - Live , ye trees ! And thou , grey Stone , the pensive likeness keep Of a dark chamber where the Mighty sleep : For more than Fancy to the influence bends When solitary Nature condescends To mimic Time's forlorn humanities ...
... mountains . - Live , ye trees ! And thou , grey Stone , the pensive likeness keep Of a dark chamber where the Mighty sleep : For more than Fancy to the influence bends When solitary Nature condescends To mimic Time's forlorn humanities ...
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... mountain's head , ( November Which , strewn with snow smooth as the sky can 1815 ) shed , Shines like another sun - on mortal sight Uprisen , as if to check approaching Night , Andall her twinkling stars . Who now would tread , If so he ...
... mountain's head , ( November Which , strewn with snow smooth as the sky can 1815 ) shed , Shines like another sun - on mortal sight Uprisen , as if to check approaching Night , Andall her twinkling stars . Who now would tread , If so he ...
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Стр. 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Стр. 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Стр. 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Стр. 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Стр. 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Стр. 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Стр. 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Стр. 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Стр. 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Стр. 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...