Poems of WordsworthHarper & brothers, 1879 - Всего страниц: 60 |
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... Youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze , And made a gallant crest . From Indian blood you deem him sprung : Ah no Ruth.
... Youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze , And made a gallant crest . From Indian blood you deem him sprung : Ah no Ruth.
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... Youth could speak : -While he was yet a boy , The moon , the glory of the sun , And streams that murmur as they run , Had been his dearest joy . He was a lovely Youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And ...
... Youth could speak : -While he was yet a boy , The moon , the glory of the sun , And streams that murmur as they run , Had been his dearest joy . He was a lovely Youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And ...
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... Youth of green savannahs spake , And many an endless , endless lake , With all its fairy crowds Of islands , that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds . And then he said , " How sweet it were A fisher or a ...
... Youth of green savannahs spake , And many an endless , endless lake , With all its fairy crowds Of islands , that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds . And then he said , " How sweet it were A fisher or a ...
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... Youth to whom was given So much of earth - so much of Heaven , And such impetuous blood . Whatever in those climes he found Irregular in sight or sound Did to his mind impart A kindred impulse , seemed allied To his own powers , and ...
... Youth to whom was given So much of earth - so much of Heaven , And such impetuous blood . Whatever in those climes he found Irregular in sight or sound Did to his mind impart A kindred impulse , seemed allied To his own powers , and ...
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... Youth Deserted his poor Bride , and Ruth Could never find him more . " God help thee , Ruth ! " - Such pains she had , That she in half a year was mad , And in a prison housed ; And there she sang tumultuous songs , By recollection of ...
... Youth Deserted his poor Bride , and Ruth Could never find him more . " God help thee , Ruth ! " - Such pains she had , That she in half a year was mad , And in a prison housed ; And there she sang tumultuous songs , By recollection of ...
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Стр. 4 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Стр. 132 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ? — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Стр. 60 - All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops ;— on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Стр. 240 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Стр. 216 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Стр. 193 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.
Стр. 235 - 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 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Стр. 291 - tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Стр. 198 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; 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...