The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... gone , feebly pursued his way . XI . As one whose brain habitual frenzy fires Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed Profounder quiet , when the fit retires , Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed His sense , in sudden ...
... gone , feebly pursued his way . XI . As one whose brain habitual frenzy fires Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed Profounder quiet , when the fit retires , Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed His sense , in sudden ...
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William Wordsworth. XII . Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled , Gone is the raven timely rest to seek ; He seemed the only creature in the wild On whom the elements their rage might wreak ; Save that the bustard , of those regions ...
William Wordsworth. XII . Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled , Gone is the raven timely rest to seek ; He seemed the only creature in the wild On whom the elements their rage might wreak ; Save that the bustard , of those regions ...
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... ill : Besides , on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brood- ing still . XLVIII . What could I do , unaided and unblest ? My father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help GUILT AND SORROW . 69.
... ill : Besides , on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brood- ing still . XLVIII . What could I do , unaided and unblest ? My father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help GUILT AND SORROW . 69.
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... gone . The carman wet her lips as well behoved ; Bed under her lean body there was none , Though even to die near one she most had loved She could not of herself those wasted limbs have moved . LXII . The Soldier's Widow learned with ...
... gone . The carman wet her lips as well behoved ; Bed under her lean body there was none , Though even to die near one she most had loved She could not of herself those wasted limbs have moved . LXII . The Soldier's Widow learned with ...
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... Father , I would not change that sacred feeling For all this world can give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone , a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things 86 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
... Father , I would not change that sacred feeling For all this world can give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone , a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things 86 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH .
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Alps arms art thou babe beneath Betty Betty Foy blessed breast breath bright cheerful child cottage dark dead dear door Earl of Lonsdale earth ELDRED Elea Ennerdale eyes face fancy father fear feel flowers gone Grasmere grave green grief hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven HERBERT hills hope hour Idiot Boy Idon Idonea innocent Johnny Kilve Lacy lamb Leonard light live look Lord Clifford Lyrical Ballads MARMADUKE mind moon mother mountain nature never night o'er Oswald pain passed peace poems poet poor porringer rest rocks round Salisbury Plain seemed shade side sigh sight sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit stream Sugh Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turned vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woman wood words Wordsworth Youth
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Стр. 203 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell/ She answered, " Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Стр. 359 - And left the work unfinished when he died. Three years, or little more, did Isabel Survive her Husband : at her death the estate Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The Cottage which was named The Evening Star Is gone — the ploughshare has been through the ground On which it stood...
Стр. 301 - My apprehensions come in crowds; I dread the rustling of the grass; The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass; I question things, and do not find One that will answer to my mind; And all the world appears unkind.
Стр. 187 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 343 - Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the fold of which His flock had need.
Стр. 273 - Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon.
Стр. 344 - And grossly that man errs who should suppose That the green valleys, and the streams and rocks, Were things indifferent to the shepherd's thoughts.
Стр. 355 - Even to the utmost I have been to thee A kind and a good Father: and herein I but repay a gift which I myself Received at others' hands ; for, though now old Beyond the common life of man, I still Remember them who loved me in my youth. Both of them sleep together: here they lived, As all their Forefathers had done; and when At length their time was come, they were not loth To give their bodies to the family mould.
Стр. 188 - BEHOLD, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid ! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight. I started — seeming to espy The home and sheltered bed, The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by My Father's, house, in wet or dry My sister Emmeline and I Together visited.
Стр. 214 - t that aileth thee ? " What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! " If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and mountain-storms ! the like thou need'st not fear, The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.