Poems, selected and ed. by R.A. Willmott. Illustr |
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... hour . But why , ungrateful , dwell on idle pain To show her yet some joys to me remain , Say , will my Friend , with soft affection's ear , The history of a poet's evening hear ? When , in the south , the wan noon , 2 WORDSWORTH .
... hour . But why , ungrateful , dwell on idle pain To show her yet some joys to me remain , Say , will my Friend , with soft affection's ear , The history of a poet's evening hear ? When , in the south , the wan noon , 2 WORDSWORTH .
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... hour invites my steps abroad . While , near the midway cliff , the silvered kite In many a whistling circle wheels her flight ; Slant watery lights , from parting clouds , apace Travel along the precipice's base ; Cheering its naked ...
... hour invites my steps abroad . While , near the midway cliff , the silvered kite In many a whistling circle wheels her flight ; Slant watery lights , from parting clouds , apace Travel along the precipice's base ; Cheering its naked ...
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... hour to hour , All day the floods a deepening murmur pour ; The sky is veiled , and every cheerful sight : Dark is the region as with coming night ; But what a sudden burst of overpowering light ! Triumphant on the bosom of the storm ...
... hour to hour , All day the floods a deepening murmur pour ; The sky is veiled , and every cheerful sight : Dark is the region as with coming night ; But what a sudden burst of overpowering light ! Triumphant on the bosom of the storm ...
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... hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And , lifting up his head , he then would gaze On the more distant scene , -- how lovely ' t is Thou seest , and he would gaze till it became Far ...
... hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And , lifting up his head , he then would gaze On the more distant scene , -- how lovely ' t is Thou seest , and he would gaze till it became Far ...
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... hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . THE FEMALE VAGRANT . ; My father was a good and pious man , An honest man by honest parents bred And I believe , that , soon as I began To ...
... hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . THE FEMALE VAGRANT . ; My father was a good and pious man , An honest man by honest parents bred And I believe , that , soon as I began To ...
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Стр. 262 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...
Стр. 41 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Стр. 181 - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Стр. 126 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved...
Стр. 131 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 41 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they, I pray you tell ? " She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them, with my mother.
Стр. 265 - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife: But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Стр. 206 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Стр. 122 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Стр. 42 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, my sister and my brother; and, in the church-yard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.