The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... face of things To the Men of Kent . October , 1803 What if our numbers barely could defy Anticipation . October , 1803 - Another year ! -another deadly blow Ode 187 188 189 - 190 191 · 192 - 193 - 194 195 196 197 198 199 - · 200 201 ...
... face of things To the Men of Kent . October , 1803 What if our numbers barely could defy Anticipation . October , 1803 - Another year ! -another deadly blow Ode 187 188 189 - 190 191 · 192 - 193 - 194 195 196 197 198 199 - · 200 201 ...
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... faces bright 242 Feelings of a French Royalist , on the Disinterment of the Remains of the Duke D'Enghien 243 Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo 244 Siege of Vienna raised by John Sobieski 245 Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo 246 ...
... faces bright 242 Feelings of a French Royalist , on the Disinterment of the Remains of the Duke D'Enghien 243 Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo 244 Siege of Vienna raised by John Sobieski 245 Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo 246 ...
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... face , Modest her mien ; and she , whose thoughts keep pace With gentleness , in that becoming way Will thank you . Faultless does the Maid appear ; No disproportion in her soul , no strife : But , when the closer view of wedded life ...
... face , Modest her mien ; and she , whose thoughts keep pace With gentleness , in that becoming way Will thank you . Faultless does the Maid appear ; No disproportion in her soul , no strife : But , when the closer view of wedded life ...
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... best treasure was no more ; That neither present time , nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore . XXVIII . .I . METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of SONNETS . 29 Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind.
... best treasure was no more ; That neither present time , nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore . XXVIII . .I . METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of SONNETS . 29 Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind.
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... face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven ; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone ; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! XXIX . NOVEMBER , 1836 . II . EVEN So 30 SONNETS . saw ...
... face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven ; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone ; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! XXIX . NOVEMBER , 1836 . II . EVEN So 30 SONNETS . saw ...
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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...