Poems, selected and ed. by R.A. Willmott. Illustr |
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... o'er the crags recline ; Sole light admitted here , a small cascade Illumes with sparkling from the twilight shade ; Beyond , along the vista of the brook , Where antique roots its bustling path o'erlook , The eye reposes on a secret ...
... o'er the crags recline ; Sole light admitted here , a small cascade Illumes with sparkling from the twilight shade ; Beyond , along the vista of the brook , Where antique roots its bustling path o'erlook , The eye reposes on a secret ...
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... o'er the coloured water , fold Their moveless boughs and leaves like threads of gold ; The skiffs with naked masts at anchor laid , Before the boat - house peeping through the shade ; The unwearied glance of woodman's echoed stroke ...
... o'er the coloured water , fold Their moveless boughs and leaves like threads of gold ; The skiffs with naked masts at anchor laid , Before the boat - house peeping through the shade ; The unwearied glance of woodman's echoed stroke ...
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... o'er the silver rocks recline , I love to mark the quarry's moving trains , Dwarf panniered steeds , and men , and numerous wains : How busy the enormous hive within , While Echo dallies with the various din ! Some ( hardly heard their ...
... o'er the silver rocks recline , I love to mark the quarry's moving trains , Dwarf panniered steeds , and men , and numerous wains : How busy the enormous hive within , While Echo dallies with the various din ! Some ( hardly heard their ...
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... o'er the heights in pomp they go , Till , but the lonely beacon , all is fled That tips with eve's latest gleam his spiry head . Now , while the solemn evening shadows sail , On red slow - waving pinions , down the vale ; And , fronting ...
... o'er the heights in pomp they go , Till , but the lonely beacon , all is fled That tips with eve's latest gleam his spiry head . Now , while the solemn evening shadows sail , On red slow - waving pinions , down the vale ; And , fronting ...
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... o'er the surface creep those lustres pale , Tracking the fitful motions of the gale . With restless interchange at once the bright Wins on the shade , the shade upon the light . No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze On lovelier ...
... o'er the surface creep those lustres pale , Tracking the fitful motions of the gale . With restless interchange at once the bright Wins on the shade , the shade upon the light . No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze On lovelier ...
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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.