The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - Всего страниц: 496 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 91
Стр. 9
... pain : And then she went away . So in the churchyard she was laid ; And all the summer dry , Together round her grave we play'd . My brother John and 1 . And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother ...
... pain : And then she went away . So in the churchyard she was laid ; And all the summer dry , Together round her grave we play'd . My brother John and 1 . And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother ...
Стр. 15
... pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And grief , uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and causeless melancholy ! Nature will either end ...
... pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And grief , uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and causeless melancholy ! Nature will either end ...
Стр. 16
... pain and fear , -until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours , rolling down the valleys , made A lonely scene more ...
... pain and fear , -until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours , rolling down the valleys , made A lonely scene more ...
Стр. 23
... pain ; For then , even then , the little heart would beat At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , show'd , Where , tipp'd with gold , the mountain summits glow'd . Alas ! the idle tale ...
... pain ; For then , even then , the little heart would beat At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , show'd , Where , tipp'd with gold , the mountain summits glow'd . Alas ! the idle tale ...
Стр. 33
... painful crag , surmounts the cliff . -Before those hermit doors , that never know The face of traveller passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er ...
... painful crag , surmounts the cliff . -Before those hermit doors , that never know The face of traveller passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er ...
Содержание
195 | |
199 | |
205 | |
209 | |
215 | |
221 | |
228 | |
234 | |
68 | |
75 | |
85 | |
94 | |
100 | |
107 | |
113 | |
119 | |
124 | |
131 | |
135 | |
141 | |
150 | |
157 | |
164 | |
168 | |
174 | |
180 | |
187 | |
193 | |
240 | |
246 | |
252 | |
258 | |
264 | |
271 | |
293 | |
311 | |
331 | |
356 | |
376 | |
401 | |
415 | |
422 | |
434 | |
451 | |
459 | |
471 | |
479 | |
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
appear'd art thou babe beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy Binnorie bird BLACK COMB bower breath bright Busk CALAIS calm cheerful child clouds cottage dark dear delight doth dwell earth face fair fear feel fields flowers gentle glad Grasmere grave green grove guardian rocks happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Laodamia light live lonely look look'd Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain Nature Nature's never night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure poor praise Protesilaus rill Rob Roy rocks round seem'd shade shepherd sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile solitude song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stone stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees truth turn'd Twas Twill vale vex'd voice Wanderer wild wind woods Yarrow youth
Популярные отрывки
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.