The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... tear precious in compassion shed For Her , who , pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart , Did meekly bear the pang unmerited ; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk - white Lamb which in a line she led , And faithful , loyal in ...
... tear precious in compassion shed For Her , who , pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart , Did meekly bear the pang unmerited ; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk - white Lamb which in a line she led , And faithful , loyal in ...
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... wings Hath touched thee , and a Spirit's hand : A voice is with us a command - To chant , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed ; And CANTO 1 . 1217 OF RYLSTONE .
... wings Hath touched thee , and a Spirit's hand : A voice is with us a command - To chant , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed ; And CANTO 1 . 1217 OF RYLSTONE .
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... Father at their head ! The Sons obey a natural lord ; The Father had given solemn word To noble Percy , and a force , Still stronger , bends him to his course . This said , our tears to - day may fall c 2 CANTO II . 27 OF RYLSTONE .
... Father at their head ! The Sons obey a natural lord ; The Father had given solemn word To noble Percy , and a force , Still stronger , bends him to his course . This said , our tears to - day may fall c 2 CANTO II . 27 OF RYLSTONE .
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William Wordsworth. This said , our tears to - day may fall As at an innocent funeral . In deep and awful channel runs This sympathy of Sire and Sons ; Untried our Brothers were beloved , And now their faithfulness is proved ; For ...
William Wordsworth. This said , our tears to - day may fall As at an innocent funeral . In deep and awful channel runs This sympathy of Sire and Sons ; Untried our Brothers were beloved , And now their faithfulness is proved ; For ...
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... tear , And smiles , that dared to take their place , Meek filial smiles , upon thy face , As that unhallowed Banner grew Beneath a loving old man's view . Thy part is done - thy painful part ; Be thou then satisfied in heart ! A further ...
... tear , And smiles , that dared to take their place , Meek filial smiles , upon thy face , As that unhallowed Banner grew Beneath a loving old man's view . Thy part is done - thy painful part ; Be thou then satisfied in heart ! A further ...
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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.