The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... head ; Some jealous and forbidding cell , That doth the living stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , re ...
... head ; Some jealous and forbidding cell , That doth the living stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , re ...
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... head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And thus she fares , until at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an ...
... head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And thus she fares , until at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an ...
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... head on the stones of the porch ! Look down among them , if you dare ; Oft does the White Doe loiter there , Prying into the darksome rent ; Nor can it be with good intent : : - So thinks that Dame of haughty air , Who hath a Page her ...
... head on the stones of the porch ! Look down among them , if you dare ; Oft does the White Doe loiter there , Prying into the darksome rent ; Nor can it be with good intent : : - So thinks that Dame of haughty air , Who hath a Page her ...
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... head ; But now the inly - working North Was ripe to send its thousands forth , A potent vassalage , to fight In Percy's and in Neville's right , Two Earls fast leagued in discontent , Who gave their wishes open vent ; And boldly urged a ...
... head ; But now the inly - working North Was ripe to send its thousands forth , A potent vassalage , to fight In Percy's and in Neville's right , Two Earls fast leagued in discontent , Who gave their wishes open vent ; And boldly urged a ...
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... head ; Dear Father , hear me when I say It is for you too late a day ! Bethink you of your own good name : A just and gracious Queen have we , A pure religion , and the claim Of peace on our humanity . " Tis meet that I endure your ...
... head ; Dear Father , hear me when I say It is for you too late a day ! Bethink you of your own good name : A just and gracious Queen have we , A pure religion , and the claim Of peace on our humanity . " Tis meet that I endure your ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Том 4 William Wordsworth Полный просмотр - 1865 |
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Стр. 350 - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Стр. 213 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 360 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
Стр. 352 - 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 realized...
Стр. 294 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Стр. 350 - 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. 347 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Стр. 333 - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
Стр. 367 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Стр. 367 - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.