A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - Всего страниц: 279 |
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... peace . Thou Thrush , that singest loud — and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain - bounds , And there for ...
... peace . Thou Thrush , that singest loud — and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain - bounds , And there for ...
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... air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Bright Flower ! for by that name at last , When all my reveries are past , I call thee , and to that cleave fast , 16 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
... air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Bright Flower ! for by that name at last , When all my reveries are past , I call thee , and to that cleave fast , 16 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
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... peace fulfilling . 1803 XV THE SMALL CELANDINE THERE is a Flower , the lesser Celandine , That shrinks , like many more , from cold and rain ; And , the first moment that the sun may shine , Bright as the sun himself , ' tis out again ...
... peace fulfilling . 1803 XV THE SMALL CELANDINE THERE is a Flower , the lesser Celandine , That shrinks , like many more , from cold and rain ; And , the first moment that the sun may shine , Bright as the sun himself , ' tis out again ...
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... peaceful groves . I heard a Stock - dove sing or say His homely tale , this very day ; His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come - at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed - and cooed ; And somewhat pensively he wooed ...
... peaceful groves . I heard a Stock - dove sing or say His homely tale , this very day ; His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come - at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed - and cooed ; And somewhat pensively he wooed ...
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... peace and concord dwell , There also is the Muse not loth to range , Watching the twilight smoke of cot or grange , Skyward ascending from a woody dell . Meek aspirations please her , lone endeavour , And sage content , and placid ...
... peace and concord dwell , There also is the Muse not loth to range , Watching the twilight smoke of cot or grange , Skyward ascending from a woody dell . Meek aspirations please her , lone endeavour , And sage content , and placid ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath blessed bliss bower breath bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear delight dost doth dream dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers gaze glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy Happy day hath heard heart heaven heroic arts hills hope hour human human weight lake Leonard light live lofty lonely look LORD CLIFFORD mind morning mortal mountains mourned murmur Nature never night o'er ODE TO DUTY passed pensive pleasure Priest quiet random seed rills rocks round Ruth seemed shade Shepherd side sight silent sing slaughtered Lord sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sweet 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...