The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd Queen , were thus arrayed ? Of Man mature , or Matron sage ? Or Old - man toying with his age ? I asked ' twas whispered , The device To ...
... Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd Queen , were thus arrayed ? Of Man mature , or Matron sage ? Or Old - man toying with his age ? I asked ' twas whispered , The device To ...
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... Children of one Mother : I could not say in one short day What love they bore each other . A Garland of seven Lilies wrought ! Seven Sisters that together dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their Father , took of them no ...
... Children of one Mother : I could not say in one short day What love they bore each other . A Garland of seven Lilies wrought ! Seven Sisters that together dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their Father , took of them no ...
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... own Needle that subdued Arachne's rival spirit , Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood , Like station could not merit . And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , c 5 333 On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp.
... own Needle that subdued Arachne's rival spirit , Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood , Like station could not merit . And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , c 5 333 On seeing a Needlecase in the Form of a Harp.
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William Wordsworth. And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , A living Lord of melody ! How will her Sire be reconciled To the refined indignity ? I spake , when whispered a low voice , " Bard ! moderate your ire ; " Spirits of all ...
William Wordsworth. And this , too , from the Laureate's Child , A living Lord of melody ! How will her Sire be reconciled To the refined indignity ? I spake , when whispered a low voice , " Bard ! moderate your ire ; " Spirits of all ...
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... Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an ...
... Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an ...
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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Стр. 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 181 - Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Стр. 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 294 - 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. 128 - 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. 289 - 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.
Стр. 125 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Стр. 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Стр. 256 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Стр. 305 - 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...