The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... 231 O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied 232 The French and the Spanish Guerillas 233 Spanish Guerillas - 234 The power of Armies is a visible thing 235 PAGE Here pause the poet claims at least this praise Χ CONTENTS .
... 231 O'erweening Statesmen have full long relied 232 The French and the Spanish Guerillas 233 Spanish Guerillas - 234 The power of Armies is a visible thing 235 PAGE Here pause the poet claims at least this praise Χ CONTENTS .
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William Wordsworth. PAGE Here pause the poet claims at least this praise The French Army in Russia 236 237 On the same Occasion · 239 By Moscow self - devoted to a blaze 240 The Germans on the Heights of Hockheim 241 Now that all hearts ...
William Wordsworth. PAGE Here pause the poet claims at least this praise The French Army in Russia 236 237 On the same Occasion · 239 By Moscow self - devoted to a blaze 240 The Germans on the Heights of Hockheim 241 Now that all hearts ...
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... praise of men To thee appear not an unmeaning voice , Lift up that grey - haired forehead , and rejoice In the just tribute of thy Poet's pen ! XIX . GRIEF , thou hast lost an ever ready 20 SONNETS . On the Detraction which followed the ...
... praise of men To thee appear not an unmeaning voice , Lift up that grey - haired forehead , and rejoice In the just tribute of thy Poet's pen ! XIX . GRIEF , thou hast lost an ever ready 20 SONNETS . On the Detraction which followed the ...
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... thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly . XXVII . SURPRISED by joy - impatient as the Wind 28 SONNETS . To the Supreme Being.
... thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly . XXVII . SURPRISED by joy - impatient as the Wind 28 SONNETS . To the Supreme Being.
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... praise , Who gave us nobler loves , and nobler cares— The Poets , who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs , Then gladly would I end my mortal days . XLI ...
... praise , Who gave us nobler loves , and nobler cares— The Poets , who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs , Then gladly would I end my mortal days . XLI ...
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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...