Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - Всего страниц: 309 |
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... bright ' " Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind " 1816 . 203 204 209 212 212 213 Το on her first Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn 213 1817 . - Ode to Lycoris The Longest Day . The Pass of Kirkstone 214 216 218 1818 . Inscriptions ...
... bright ' " Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind " 1816 . 203 204 209 212 212 213 Το on her first Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn 213 1817 . - Ode to Lycoris The Longest Day . The Pass of Kirkstone 214 216 218 1818 . Inscriptions ...
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... bright , how solemn , how serene ! Such heart did once the poet bless , Whó murmuring here a later ditty , Could find no refuge from distress But in the milder grief of pity . Now let us , as we float along , For him suspend the dashing ...
... bright , how solemn , how serene ! Such heart did once the poet bless , Whó murmuring here a later ditty , Could find no refuge from distress But in the milder grief of pity . Now let us , as we float along , For him suspend the dashing ...
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... Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage ...
... Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage ...
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... bright , along the dark abyss Drive as she drives : how fast they wheel away , Yet vanish not ! -the wind is in the tree , But they are silent ; -still they roll along Immeasurably distant ; and the vault , Built round by those white ...
... bright , along the dark abyss Drive as she drives : how fast they wheel away , Yet vanish not ! -the wind is in the tree , But they are silent ; -still they roll along Immeasurably distant ; and the vault , Built round by those white ...
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... bright , In spikes , in branches , and in stars , Green , red , and pearly white ! This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size ...
... bright , In spikes , in branches , and in stars , Green , red , and pearly white ! This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size ...
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babe beauty behold beneath birds BLEAK SEASON bower breath breeze bright Brougham Castle calm cheer child clouds Composed Creature dear deep delight dost doth dwell earth fair Fancy fear feel flowers friends gentle glad gleam glory glow-worm Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn HENRY DOULTON hope hour Laodamia light live lofty lonely look Martha Ray mind morning mountain murmur Nature Nature's never night o'er Ode to Duty oh misery pain pass Peele Castle Peter Bell pleasure poems Published 1798 Published 1807 Rill RIVER DUDDON rock round Rylstone shade Shepherd sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars steep stone stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees vale voice wild William Wordsworth wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 177 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Стр. 44 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Стр. 170 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Стр. 37 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING 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. 116 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 52 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 8 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. " My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them.
Стр. 180 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Стр. 53 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 176 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...