The Poetical Works of William WordsworthWilliam P. Nimmo, 1871 - Всего страниц: 574 |
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... never breathed a man who , when his life ' " Destined to war from very infancy " 299 300 " Not without heavy grief of heart did he " " Pause , courteous spirit ! -Balbi supplicates " 300 301 Lines composed at Grasmere during a walk ...
... never breathed a man who , when his life ' " Destined to war from very infancy " 299 300 " Not without heavy grief of heart did he " " Pause , courteous spirit ! -Balbi supplicates " 300 301 Lines composed at Grasmere during a walk ...
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... never left him . When maturer years brought him the perplexities which at one period or another oppress every man , he reverted to these for consolation . The death of his mother was the cause of his being sent to school . This occurred ...
... never left him . When maturer years brought him the perplexities which at one period or another oppress every man , he reverted to these for consolation . The death of his mother was the cause of his being sent to school . This occurred ...
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... never have been noticed . That these are frequent must be admitted . It is easy to perceive how they occur . Wordsworth's object was to show that there is poetry in everything . He was not eclectic ; he painted things as they were as he ...
... never have been noticed . That these are frequent must be admitted . It is easy to perceive how they occur . Wordsworth's object was to show that there is poetry in everything . He was not eclectic ; he painted things as they were as he ...
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... never a scholar in England knows . He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook , And rings a sharp larum ; -but if you should look , There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow , Round as a pillow , and whiter than milk , And softer than ...
... never a scholar in England knows . He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook , And rings a sharp larum ; -but if you should look , There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow , Round as a pillow , and whiter than milk , And softer than ...
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... never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , father , will I gladly do ; ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The Minster clock ...
... never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , father , will I gladly do ; ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The Minster clock ...
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Стр. 233 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Стр. 185 - 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. 307 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 151 - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 196 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Стр. 157 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Стр. 137 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Стр. 309 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ;...
Стр. 310 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 311 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...