The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... pensive mood Composed upon Westminster Bridge , Sept. 3. 1803 Oxford , May 30. 1820 Oxford , May 30. 1820 Recollection of the Portrait of King Henry Eighth , Trinity Lodge , Cambridge · On the Death of His Majesty , ( George the Third ) ...
... pensive mood Composed upon Westminster Bridge , Sept. 3. 1803 Oxford , May 30. 1820 Oxford , May 30. 1820 Recollection of the Portrait of King Henry Eighth , Trinity Lodge , Cambridge · On the Death of His Majesty , ( George the Third ) ...
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... pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path , with unobserving eye - Bent earthwards ; he looks up - the clouds are split Asunder , and above his head he sees The clear Moon , and the glory of the heavens . There , in a black ...
... pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path , with unobserving eye - Bent earthwards ; he looks up - the clouds are split Asunder , and above his head he sees The clear Moon , and the glory of the heavens . There , in a black ...
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... pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude , And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the Daffodils . XVI . THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN . Ar the corner of Wood Street , when daylight ...
... pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude , And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the Daffodils . XVI . THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN . Ar the corner of Wood Street , when daylight ...
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... pensive though a happy place . - - He spake of love , such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away no strife to heal The past unsighed for , and the future sure ; Spake of heroic arts in ...
... pensive though a happy place . - - He spake of love , such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away no strife to heal The past unsighed for , and the future sure ; Spake of heroic arts in ...
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... . " Last of the Three , though eldest born , Reveal thyself , like pensive morn , Touched by the skylark's earliest note , Ere humbler gladness be afloat . But whether in the semblance drest Of dawn - or THE TRIAD . 57 37.
... . " Last of the Three , though eldest born , Reveal thyself , like pensive morn , Touched by the skylark's earliest note , Ere humbler gladness be afloat . But whether in the semblance drest Of dawn - or THE TRIAD . 57 37.
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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...