A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - Всего страниц: 279 |
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... had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And one chance look to Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 13.
... had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And one chance look to Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 13.
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... but shepherds trod ! And lowly huts , near beaten ways , No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths , than they for praise Peep forth , and are admired . Season of fancy and of hope , Permit not for 38 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
... but shepherds trod ! And lowly huts , near beaten ways , No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths , than they for praise Peep forth , and are admired . Season of fancy and of hope , Permit not for 38 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
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William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Season of fancy and of hope , Permit not for one hour , A blossom from thy crown to drop , Nor add to it a flower ! Keep , lovely May , as if by touch Of self - restraining art , This modest ...
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Season of fancy and of hope , Permit not for one hour , A blossom from thy crown to drop , Nor add to it a flower ! Keep , lovely May , as if by touch Of self - restraining art , This modest ...
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... Fancy with the speed of fire Hath past to Milan's loftiest spire , And there alights ' mid that aërial host Of Figures human and divine , White as the snows of Apennine Indúrated by frost . Awe - stricken she beholds the array That ...
... Fancy with the speed of fire Hath past to Milan's loftiest spire , And there alights ' mid that aërial host Of Figures human and divine , White as the snows of Apennine Indúrated by frost . Awe - stricken she beholds the array That ...
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... Fancy culls or frames , When thankfulness of heart is strong and deep ! Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest away , and ...
... Fancy culls or frames , When thankfulness of heart is strong and deep ! Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest away , and ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bliss bower breath breeze bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear delight dost doth dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel flowers gaze glad glory Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy Happy day hath heard heart heaven heroic arts hills hope hour human human weight lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look LORD CLIFFORD melancholy mind morning mortal mountains mourned murmur Nature never night o'er ODE TO DUTY passed pensive pleasure Priest quiet rills rocks round Ruth seemed shade shed Shepherd side sight silent sing slaughtered Lord sleep song soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees Twill vale voice wander waters wild wild Hunt wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
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Стр. 1 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 52 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 215 - 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 today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 276 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Стр. 76 - Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Стр. 3 - 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.
Стр. 6 - 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. 9 - Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Стр. 6 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Стр. 167 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...