A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - Всего страниц: 279 |
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... , William Wordsworth was born ( April 7 , 1770 ) at Cockermouth in Cumberland , on the verge of that beautiful land of mountain and lake which will be always associated with his memory , as it entered in no small degree into iv PREFACE.
... , William Wordsworth was born ( April 7 , 1770 ) at Cockermouth in Cumberland , on the verge of that beautiful land of mountain and lake which will be always associated with his memory , as it entered in no small degree into iv PREFACE.
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William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. memory , as it entered in no small degree into the education of his genius . " To those who live in the tame scenery of Cockermouth , " says Mr. De Quincey , " the blue mountains in the ...
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. memory , as it entered in no small degree into the education of his genius . " To those who live in the tame scenery of Cockermouth , " says Mr. De Quincey , " the blue mountains in the ...
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... MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG • COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 . • PAGE 21 • 277 22 23 24 26 27 66 THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US ; LATE AND SOON 28 • 66 " " NOT LOVE , NOT WAR , NOR THE TUMULTUOUS SWELL 29 ADMONITION TO MY SISTER • 29 ...
... MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG • COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 . • PAGE 21 • 277 22 23 24 26 27 66 THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US ; LATE AND SOON 28 • 66 " " NOT LOVE , NOT WAR , NOR THE TUMULTUOUS SWELL 29 ADMONITION TO MY SISTER • 29 ...
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... MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 66 66 • • THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US ; LATE AND SOON " NOT LOVE , NOT WAR , NOR THE TUMULTUOUS SWELL ADMONITION TO MY SISTER ODE COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING " " • • · TO MAY ...
... MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING , 1838 66 66 • • THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US ; LATE AND SOON " NOT LOVE , NOT WAR , NOR THE TUMULTUOUS SWELL ADMONITION TO MY SISTER ODE COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING " " • • · TO MAY ...
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... CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE . THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF 158 159 161 161 162 · SWITZERLAND ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC 163 • 164 WHEN I HAVE BORNE IN MEMORY WHAT TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE xxvi CONTENTS .
... CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE . THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF 158 159 161 161 162 · SWITZERLAND ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC 163 • 164 WHEN I HAVE BORNE IN MEMORY WHAT TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE xxvi CONTENTS .
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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...