Poems, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... field they crossed : The marks were still the same ; They tracked them on , nor ever lost ; And to the Bridge they came . They followed from the snowy bank The footmarks , one by one , Into the middle of the plank ; And further there ...
... field they crossed : The marks were still the same ; They tracked them on , nor ever lost ; And to the Bridge they came . They followed from the snowy bank The footmarks , one by one , Into the middle of the plank ; And further there ...
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... fields both day and night , And by the waters all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : -happy ...
... fields both day and night , And by the waters all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : -happy ...
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... I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful would I sit Whole hours , my idle arms in moping sorrow knit . I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly 89.
... I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful would I sit Whole hours , my idle arms in moping sorrow knit . I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly 89.
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William Wordsworth. I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , I lived upon what casual bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have often used : But ...
William Wordsworth. I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , I lived upon what casual bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have often used : But ...
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... field In which the Parish Chapel stood alone , Girt round with a bare ring of mossy wall , While half an hour went by , the Priest had sent Many a long look of wonder ; and at last , Risen from his seat , beside the snow - white ridge ...
... field In which the Parish Chapel stood alone , Girt round with a bare ring of mossy wall , While half an hour went by , the Priest had sent Many a long look of wonder ; and at last , Risen from his seat , beside the snow - white ridge ...
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Стр. 313 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Стр. 130 - 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.
Стр. 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Стр. 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Стр. 310 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, 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. 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Стр. 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Стр. 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.