The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... gone , Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray , Of birds that build their nests and sing , And " all since Mother went away ! " To her these tales they will repeat , To her our new - born tribes will show , The goslings green , the ass's ...
... gone , Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray , Of birds that build their nests and sing , And " all since Mother went away ! " To her these tales they will repeat , To her our new - born tribes will show , The goslings green , the ass's ...
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... gone - and in a merry fit They run up stairs in gamesome raco ; I too , infected by their mood , I could have join'd the wanton chase . Five minutes past - and oh the change Asleep upon their beds they lie ; Their busy limbs in perfect ...
... gone - and in a merry fit They run up stairs in gamesome raco ; I too , infected by their mood , I could have join'd the wanton chase . Five minutes past - and oh the change Asleep upon their beds they lie ; Their busy limbs in perfect ...
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... 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 . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray ...
... 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 . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray ...
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... gone , her footsteps did she stay . Towards the lamb she look'd ; and from that shady place I , unobserved , could see the workings of her face ; If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that ...
... gone , her footsteps did she stay . Towards the lamb she look'd ; and from that shady place I , unobserved , could see the workings of her face ; If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that ...
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... gone . " He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A blessed day for thee ! then whither wouldst thou roam ? A faithful nurse thou hast ; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain - tops no kinder could have been ...
... gone . " He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A blessed day for thee ! then whither wouldst thou roam ? A faithful nurse thou hast ; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain - tops no kinder could have been ...
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Стр. 268 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Стр. 160 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Стр. 8 - 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. 56 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 266 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 119 - 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. 160 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. 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...
Стр. 120 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Стр. 131 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 160 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.