Poems, chosen and ed. by M. Arnold |
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... gently stir The vernal leaves , she loved them still , Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been done to her . A barn her winter bed supplies ; But , till the warmth of summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this ...
... gently stir The vernal leaves , she loved them still , Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been done to her . A barn her winter bed supplies ; But , till the warmth of summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this ...
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... gentle Reader , I perceive How patiently you've waited , And now I fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in ...
... gentle Reader , I perceive How patiently you've waited , And now I fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in ...
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... gentle pace , Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a Cloud the Old - man stood ; That heareth not the loud winds when they call ; And moveth all together , if it move at all . At length , himself unsettling , he the Pond ...
... gentle pace , Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a Cloud the Old - man stood ; That heareth not the loud winds when they call ; And moveth all together , if it move at all . At length , himself unsettling , he the Pond ...
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... gentle care , Each in the other locked ; and , down the path That from his cottage to the churchyard led , He took his way , impatient to accost The Stranger , whom he saw still lingering there . ' Twas one well known to him in former ...
... gentle care , Each in the other locked ; and , down the path That from his cottage to the churchyard led , He took his way , impatient to accost The Stranger , whom he saw still lingering there . ' Twas one well known to him in former ...
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... And hence this tale , while I was yet a Boy Careless of books , yet having felt the power Of Nature , by the gentle agency Of natural objects led me on to feel G For passions that were not my own , and think NARRATIVE POEMS . 81 Michael.
... And hence this tale , while I was yet a Boy Careless of books , yet having felt the power Of Nature , by the gentle agency Of natural objects led me on to feel G For passions that were not my own , and think NARRATIVE POEMS . 81 Michael.
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Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheer clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream earth F. T. PALGRAVE fair fancy fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur Nature Nature's never o'er pass passion peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round season shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing SIR NOEL PATON Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stars streams summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees truth Vale voice wander wild wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 192 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 214 - 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. 196 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Стр. 3 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
Стр. 198 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. xxxi - 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.
Стр. xv - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Стр. 190 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Стр. 179 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Стр. 135 - 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.