The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever , —and I saw the sparkling foam , And with my cheek on one of those green stones ...
... bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever , —and I saw the sparkling foam , And with my cheek on one of those green stones ...
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... bower , Deformed and sullied , patiently gave up Their quiet being : and , unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past , Even then , when from the bower I turned away Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a ...
... bower , Deformed and sullied , patiently gave up Their quiet being : and , unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past , Even then , when from the bower I turned away Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a ...
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... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm ...
... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm , And her's the silence and the calm ...
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... Bower upon the green , As if she from her birth had been An Infant of the woods . Beneath her Father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with herself , nor sad , nor gay ; And ...
... Bower upon the green , As if she from her birth had been An Infant of the woods . Beneath her Father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with herself , nor sad , nor gay ; And ...
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... bowers From morn to evening dews . He told of the Magnolia , spread High as a cloud , high over head ! The Cypress and her spire ; Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues , and seem To set the hills on fire . The ...
... bowers From morn to evening dews . He told of the Magnolia , spread High as a cloud , high over head ! The Cypress and her spire ; Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues , and seem To set the hills on fire . The ...
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Adam Bruce beauty behold beneath BLACK COMB bold bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow Bruges Busk CALAIS calm Castle cheer clouds Clovenford Cruachan Danube dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze gentle gleam grace GRASMERE grave green grove happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Lake light living lonely look Lord Lord Clifford Martha Ray meek melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mountain murmur Nature ne'er never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell plain pleasure poor river Swale Rob Roy rocks round Scotland shade sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spot stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thoughts Tower trees vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow Youth
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Стр. 13 - 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. 257 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Стр. 165 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 101 - 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. 212 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 100 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Стр. 211 - Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 104 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
Стр. 166 - 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. 259 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' 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. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the...