Early PoemsG. Routledge, 1889 - Всего страниц: 256 |
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... bower I well remember . He was one who owned No common soul . In youth by science nursed , And led by Nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favoured being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ...
... bower I well remember . He was one who owned No common soul . In youth by science nursed , And led by Nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favoured being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ...
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... much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the LINES . 25 Lines written in Early Spring (1798)
... much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the LINES . 25 Lines written in Early Spring (1798)
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... - Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever , and I saw the sparkling foam , 50 WORDSWORTH .
... - Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever , and I saw the sparkling foam , 50 WORDSWORTH .
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... bower , Deformed and sullied , patiently gave up Their quiet being : and , unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past , Even then , when from the bower I turned away Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a ...
... bower , Deformed and sullied , patiently gave up Their quiet being : and , unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past , Even then , when from the bower I turned away Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a ...
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... an English fire . Thy mornings showed , thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . III . THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER 1799 . LUCY POEMS . 53.
... an English fire . Thy mornings showed , thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . III . THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER 1799 . LUCY POEMS . 53.
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Стр. 241 - Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 181 - 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 ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 226 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Стр. 55 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees: Rolled round in earth's diurnal course. With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Стр. 36 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Стр. 178 - 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. 160 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if, through confidence misplaced, They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.
Стр. 146 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 32 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Стр. 17 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.