The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... Hill of Angels Our Lady of the Snow Effusion in Presence of the painted Tower of Tell , at Altorf The Town of Schwytz On hearing the " Ranz des Vaches " on the Top of the Pass of St. Gothard · The Church of San Salvador , seen from the ...
... Hill of Angels Our Lady of the Snow Effusion in Presence of the painted Tower of Tell , at Altorf The Town of Schwytz On hearing the " Ranz des Vaches " on the Top of the Pass of St. Gothard · The Church of San Salvador , seen from the ...
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... hill's northern side she dwelt , Where from sea - blasts the hawthorns lean And hoary dews are slow to melt . By the same fire to boil their pottage , Two poor old Dames , as I have known , Will often live in one small cottage ; But she ...
... hill's northern side she dwelt , Where from sea - blasts the hawthorns lean And hoary dews are slow to melt . By the same fire to boil their pottage , Two poor old Dames , as I have known , Will often live in one small cottage ; But she ...
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... hill He softly creeps - ' Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill ! Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with ...
... hill He softly creeps - ' Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill ! Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with ...
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... hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes . XVII . POWER OF MUSIC . AN Orpheus ! an 26 THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN . The Reverie of Poor Susan.
... hill and the shade : The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes . XVII . POWER OF MUSIC . AN Orpheus ! an 26 THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN . The Reverie of Poor Susan.
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... hill ; The Ploughboy is whooping . - There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! anon anon : XXI . GIPSIES . YET are they here the same 32 ...
... hill ; The Ploughboy is whooping . - There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! anon anon : XXI . GIPSIES . YET are they here the same 32 ...
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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...