The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... now , denied to lay her head , On cold blue nights , in hut or straw - built shed , Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry , By pointing to the gliding moon on high . - - When low - hung clouds each star of AN EVENING WALK . 13.
... now , denied to lay her head , On cold blue nights , in hut or straw - built shed , Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry , By pointing to the gliding moon on high . - - When low - hung clouds each star of AN EVENING WALK . 13.
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... moon , While with a hoary light she frosts the ground , And pours a deeper blue to Ether's bound ; Pleased , as she moves , her pomp of clouds to fold In robes of azure , fleecy - white , and gold . Above yon eastern hill , where ...
... moon , While with a hoary light she frosts the ground , And pours a deeper blue to Ether's bound ; Pleased , as she moves , her pomp of clouds to fold In robes of azure , fleecy - white , and gold . Above yon eastern hill , where ...
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... Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the plains : The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays Scarce hides a shadow from her searching rays ; From the dark - blue faint silvery threads divide The hills , while ...
... Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the plains : The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays Scarce hides a shadow from her searching rays ; From the dark - blue faint silvery threads divide The hills , while ...
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... moon that comes , with kindly ray , To light him shaken by his rugged way . Back from his sight no bashful children steal ; He sits a brother at the cottage meal ; His humble looks no shy restraint impart ; Around him plays at will the ...
... moon that comes , with kindly ray , To light him shaken by his rugged way . Back from his sight no bashful children steal ; He sits a brother at the cottage meal ; His humble looks no shy restraint impart ; Around him plays at will the ...
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... moon hangs dull and red Above a melancholy mountain's head , Then sets . In total gloom the Vagrant sighs , Stoops her sick head , and shuts her weary eyes ; Or on her fingers counts the distant clock , Or , to the drowsy crow of ...
... moon hangs dull and red Above a melancholy mountain's head , Then sets . In total gloom the Vagrant sighs , Stoops her sick head , and shuts her weary eyes ; Or on her fingers counts the distant clock , Or , to the drowsy crow of ...
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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.