The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 1E. Moxon, Son & Company, 1882 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... Tell , at Altorf To H. C. Robinson . Morning in the Vale of Chamouny 205 On being Stranded near the Harbour of After landing - the Valley of Dover At Dover Desultory Stanzas MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY , 1837 . Musings near ...
... Tell , at Altorf To H. C. Robinson . Morning in the Vale of Chamouny 205 On being Stranded near the Harbour of After landing - the Valley of Dover At Dover Desultory Stanzas MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY , 1837 . Musings near ...
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... Tell - Force of local emo- doom . tion- Chamois - chaser - View of the higher Whither is fled that Power whose frown severe Alps -- manner of life of a Swiss mountaineer , Awed sober Reason till she crouched in fear ? interspersed with ...
... Tell - Force of local emo- doom . tion- Chamois - chaser - View of the higher Whither is fled that Power whose frown severe Alps -- manner of life of a Swiss mountaineer , Awed sober Reason till she crouched in fear ? interspersed with ...
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... tell For whom at morning tolled the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er his angry bark foregoes , Touched by the beggar's moan of human woes ; The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat To pilgrims overcome by summer's heat . Yet ...
... tell For whom at morning tolled the funeral bell ; Their watch - dog ne'er his angry bark foregoes , Touched by the beggar's moan of human woes ; The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat To pilgrims overcome by summer's heat . Yet ...
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... tell Of banished bliss , by fancy loved too well . Alas ! that human guilt provoked the rod Of angry Nature to avenge her God . Still , Nature , ever just , to him imparts Joys only given to uncorrupted hearts . ' Tis morn with gold the ...
... tell Of banished bliss , by fancy loved too well . Alas ! that human guilt provoked the rod Of angry Nature to avenge her God . Still , Nature , ever just , to him imparts Joys only given to uncorrupted hearts . ' Tis morn with gold the ...
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... tell me whither - for no earthly friend Chequering the canvas roof the sunbeams shone.Till one was found. Of looks where common kindness had no part , Of service done with cold formality , Fretting the fever round the languid heart , And ...
... tell me whither - for no earthly friend Chequering the canvas roof the sunbeams shone.Till one was found. Of looks where common kindness had no part , Of service done with cold formality , Fretting the fever round the languid heart , And ...
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Стр. 128 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, 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...
Стр. 166 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Стр. 116 - 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 waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Стр. 128 - 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 life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...
Стр. 177 - SOLITARY REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; . O listen ! for the Vale profound , Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 129 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Стр. 129 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 128 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Стр. 129 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her: '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...
Стр. 50 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.