The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... , with thoughts so fortunate , Were a vain notion ; but the hope is dear , That thou , if not with partial joy elate , Wilt smile upon this gift with more than mild content ! I. NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; Dedication Το.
... , with thoughts so fortunate , Were a vain notion ; but the hope is dear , That thou , if not with partial joy elate , Wilt smile upon this gift with more than mild content ! I. NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; Dedication Το.
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... dear brook , Its own small pasture , almost its own sky ! But covet not the Abode ; -forbear to sigh , As many do , repining while they look ; Intruders -- who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety ...
... dear brook , Its own small pasture , almost its own sky ! But covet not the Abode ; -forbear to sigh , As many do , repining while they look ; Intruders -- who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety ...
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... Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest and into souls dost creep , away , Like to a breeze from heaven . Shall I alone , I ...
... Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest and into souls dost creep , away , Like to a breeze from heaven . Shall I alone , I ...
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... me wear to - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! XV . THE WILD DUCK'S NEST . THE imperial Consort 16 SONNETS .
... me wear to - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! XV . THE WILD DUCK'S NEST . THE imperial Consort 16 SONNETS .
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... dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the Poor ! yet shall kind Heaven protect Its own ; though Rulers , with undue respect , Trusting to crowded factory and mart And proud discoveries of the intellect , Heed not the ...
... dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the Poor ! yet shall kind Heaven protect Its own ; though Rulers , with undue respect , Trusting to crowded factory and mart And proud discoveries of the intellect , Heed not the ...
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admiration aught beauty behold beneath blind bower brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer clouds COLEORTON Countess of Winchilsea dark dear delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove Guernica happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human Kent's green King labour Lady lake liberty light living lonely Lord MALHAM COVE meek Merlin mighty mind mountains nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain peace pensive Poems Poet poetry pomp praise princely company pure pure song rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare shine shore sigh sight silent sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thou art thought towers triumph truth vale Viriatus voice wild wind wing Yarrow Ye men youth
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Стр. 123 - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Стр. 128 - For why ? — because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Стр. 134 - And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my ' winsome Marrow,' " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town. Who have been buying, selling, Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own ; Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downward with the Tweed, Nor turn aside to Yarrow. There's...
Стр. 35 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 50 - SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It...
Стр. 135 - What's Yarrow but a river bare, That glides the dark hills under ? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder.
Стр. 191 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now and...
Стр. 41 - 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. 134 - From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my " winsome Marrow" " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow.
Стр. 136 - Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown ! It must, or we shall rue it : We have a vision of our own ; Ah ! why should we undo it...