The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - Всего страниц: 568 |
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... human mind Crowded with thoughts that need a settled home , Yet , like to eddying balls of foam Within this whirlpool , they each other chase Round and round , and neither find An outlet nor a resting - place ! Stranger , if such ...
... human mind Crowded with thoughts that need a settled home , Yet , like to eddying balls of foam Within this whirlpool , they each other chase Round and round , and neither find An outlet nor a resting - place ! Stranger , if such ...
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... human soul ? No - man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life When they can know and feel that they have been , Themselves , the fathers and the dealers - out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to ...
... human soul ? No - man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life When they can know and feel that they have been , Themselves , the fathers and the dealers - out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to ...
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... human interest to his heart . May never HOUSE , misnamed of INDUSTRY , Make him a captive ! —for that pent - up din , Those life - consuming sounds that clog the air , Be his the natural silence of old age ! Let him be free of mountain ...
... human interest to his heart . May never HOUSE , misnamed of INDUSTRY , Make him a captive ! —for that pent - up din , Those life - consuming sounds that clog the air , Be his the natural silence of old age ! Let him be free of mountain ...
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... human life is subject ; and while looking at him I could not but say to myself - we may , one of us , I or the happiest of my playmates , live to become still more the object of pity than this old man , this half - doating pilferer ...
... human life is subject ; and while looking at him I could not but say to myself - we may , one of us , I or the happiest of my playmates , live to become still more the object of pity than this old man , this half - doating pilferer ...
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... human life , That never art secure from dolorous change ! Behold a high injunction suddenly To Arno's side hath brought him , and he charmed A Tuscan audience : but full soon was called To the perpetual silence of the grave . Mourn ...
... human life , That never art secure from dolorous change ! Behold a high injunction suddenly To Arno's side hath brought him , and he charmed A Tuscan audience : but full soon was called To the perpetual silence of the grave . Mourn ...
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Стр. 128 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Стр. 103 - 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...
Стр. 105 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 109 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Стр. 107 - 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. 123 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice 'That flowed along my dreams...
Стр. 225 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
Стр. 318 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all!
Стр. 129 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Стр. 125 - Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music ; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.