The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Том 3 |
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... silent To B. R. Haydon , on seeing his Picture of Napoleon Buonaparte on the Island of St. Helena Upon the late General Fast , March 1832 In my mind's eye a Temple Conclusion . To 103 104 105 106 MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND . 1803 ...
... silent To B. R. Haydon , on seeing his Picture of Napoleon Buonaparte on the Island of St. Helena Upon the late General Fast , March 1832 In my mind's eye a Temple Conclusion . To 103 104 105 106 MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND . 1803 ...
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... silent tomb , That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love , faithful love , recalled thee to my mind- But how could I forget thee ? Through what power , Even for the least division of an hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind ...
... silent tomb , That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love , faithful love , recalled thee to my mind- But how could I forget thee ? Through what power , Even for the least division of an hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind ...
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... silent hills , and more than silent sky . XXXV . ' WEAK is the will of Man , 36 SONNETS . A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found.
... silent hills , and more than silent sky . XXXV . ' WEAK is the will of Man , 36 SONNETS . A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found.
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... silence long , Long , barren silence , square with my desire ; To sit without emotion , hope , or aim , In the loved presence of my cottage - fire , And listen to the flapping of the flame , Or kettle whispering its faint undersong ...
... silence long , Long , barren silence , square with my desire ; To sit without emotion , hope , or aim , In the loved presence of my cottage - fire , And listen to the flapping of the flame , Or kettle whispering its faint undersong ...
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... silent rapture ; but we felt the while We should forget them ; they are of the sky , And from our earthly memory fade away . V. they are of the sky , And from our SONNETS . 53 Composed after a Journey across the Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire.
... silent rapture ; but we felt the while We should forget them ; they are of the sky , And from our earthly memory fade away . V. they are of the sky , And from our SONNETS . 53 Composed after a Journey across the Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire.
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admiration art thou aught beauty behold beneath blind brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer clouds COLEORTON COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA Cruachan dark dear delight doth dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove Guernica happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human King King Arthur labour Lady liberty light living lonely Lord meek Merlin mighty mind mortal mountains Muse nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost passion peace pensive Poems Poet poetry praise pure rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare shore sigh sight silent sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thou art thought towers triumph truth vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing Yarrow Ye men youth
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Стр. 188 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 16 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear tonight...
Стр. 3 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Стр. 200 - ANOTHER year ! — another deadly blow ! Another mighty Empire overthrown ! And We are left, or shall be left, alone ; The last that dare to struggle with the Foe. Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought ; That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Стр. 35 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 50 - SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It...
Стр. 123 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 187 - O Friend ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! — We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
Стр. 41 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Стр. 186 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty...