The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... sounds , Or they are offered at the door That guards the lowliest of the poor . How touching , when , at midnight , sweep Snow - muffled winds , and all is dark , To hear and sink again to sleep ! Or , at an earlier call , to mark , By ...
... sounds , Or they are offered at the door That guards the lowliest of the poor . How touching , when , at midnight , sweep Snow - muffled winds , and all is dark , To hear and sink again to sleep ! Or , at an earlier call , to mark , By ...
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... sound Wafted o'er sullen moss and craggy mound , Unfruitful solitudes , that seemed to upbraid The sun in heaven ! - but now , to form a shade For Thee , green alders have together wound Their foliage ; ashes flung their arms around ...
... sound Wafted o'er sullen moss and craggy mound , Unfruitful solitudes , that seemed to upbraid The sun in heaven ! - but now , to form a shade For Thee , green alders have together wound Their foliage ; ashes flung their arms around ...
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... sound ! loud as the gusts that lash The matted forests of Ontario's shore By wasteful steel unsmitten , then would I Turn into port , —and , reckless of the gale , Reckless of angry Duddon sweeping by , While the warm hearth exalts the ...
... sound ! loud as the gusts that lash The matted forests of Ontario's shore By wasteful steel unsmitten , then would I Turn into port , —and , reckless of the gale , Reckless of angry Duddon sweeping by , While the warm hearth exalts the ...
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... sound : The starry treasure from the blue profound She longed to ravish ; · shall she plunge , or climb The humid precipice , and seize the guest Of April , smiling high in upper air ? Desperate alternative ! what fiend could dare To ...
... sound : The starry treasure from the blue profound She longed to ravish ; · shall she plunge , or climb The humid precipice , and seize the guest Of April , smiling high in upper air ? Desperate alternative ! what fiend could dare To ...
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... sound members of the established church , not one dissenter of any denomination being amongst them all . I got to the value of 40l . for my wife's fortune , but had no real estate of my own , being the youngest son of twelve children ...
... sound members of the established church , not one dissenter of any denomination being amongst them all . I got to the value of 40l . for my wife's fortune , but had no real estate of my own , being the youngest son of twelve children ...
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Стр. 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Стр. 300 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Стр. 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — 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: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Стр. 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Стр. 276 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Стр. 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Стр. 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Стр. 203 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Стр. 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...