The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown & Company, 1859 |
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... sleeps , ' Mid clustering isles , and holly - sprinkled steeps ; Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore , And memory of departed pleasures , more . * These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake . Fair ...
... sleeps , ' Mid clustering isles , and holly - sprinkled steeps ; Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore , And memory of departed pleasures , more . * These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake . Fair ...
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... sleep , And insects clothe , like dust , the glassy deep : And now , on every side , the surface breaks Into blue spots , and slowly lengthening streaks ; Here , plots of sparkling water tremble bright With thousand thousand twinkling ...
... sleep , And insects clothe , like dust , the glassy deep : And now , on every side , the surface breaks Into blue spots , and slowly lengthening streaks ; Here , plots of sparkling water tremble bright With thousand thousand twinkling ...
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... , Now hardly heard , beguiles my homeward way . Air listens , like the sleeping water , still , To catch the spiritual music of the hill , VOL . I. 2 • Broke only by the slow clock tolling deep , AN EVENING WALK . 17.
... , Now hardly heard , beguiles my homeward way . Air listens , like the sleeping water , still , To catch the spiritual music of the hill , VOL . I. 2 • Broke only by the slow clock tolling deep , AN EVENING WALK . 17.
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... sleep , The echoed hoof nearing the distant shore , The boat's first motion , made with dashing oar ; Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the timid hare through rustling corn ; The sportive outcry of the mocking owl ...
... sleep , The echoed hoof nearing the distant shore , The boat's first motion , made with dashing oar ; Sound of closed gate , across the water borne , Hurrying the timid hare through rustling corn ; The sportive outcry of the mocking owl ...
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... sleeps in quiet lakes . Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam , Who at the call of summer quits his home , And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height , Though seeking only holiday delight ; At least , not owning to ...
... sleeps in quiet lakes . Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam , Who at the call of summer quits his home , And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height , Though seeking only holiday delight ; At least , not owning to ...
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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.