The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... given ; Nor deem that " light which leads astray , Is light from Heaven . " Let no mean hope your souls enslave ; Be independent , generous , brave ; Your Father such example gave , And such revere ; 10 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
... given ; Nor deem that " light which leads astray , Is light from Heaven . " Let no mean hope your souls enslave ; Be independent , generous , brave ; Your Father such example gave , And such revere ; 10 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
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... , thinking on the affray , Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given , Sound , healthy children of the God of heaven , And cheerful as the rising sun in May . What 76 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
... , thinking on the affray , Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given , Sound , healthy children of the God of heaven , And cheerful as the rising sun in May . What 76 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
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... Ah ! that a boon could shed such rapturous joys ! A gift of that which is not to be given By all the blended powers of Earth and Heaven . II . UPON THE SAME EVENT . WHEN , far SONNETS . 85 On a Celebrated Event in Ancient History.
... Ah ! that a boon could shed such rapturous joys ! A gift of that which is not to be given By all the blended powers of Earth and Heaven . II . UPON THE SAME EVENT . WHEN , far SONNETS . 85 On a Celebrated Event in Ancient History.
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... given her in the dreadful trance ; Those new - born Kings she withered like a flame . " - Woe to them all ! but heaviest woe and shame To that Bavarian who could first advance His banner in accursed league with France , First open ...
... given her in the dreadful trance ; Those new - born Kings she withered like a flame . " - Woe to them all ! but heaviest woe and shame To that Bavarian who could first advance His banner in accursed league with France , First open ...
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... given , High sacrifice , and labor without pause , Even to the death : - else wherefore should the eye Of man converse with immortality ? XV . ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE . It was a moral end for which they fought ; Else how ...
... given , High sacrifice , and labor without pause , Even to the death : - else wherefore should the eye Of man converse with immortality ? XV . ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE . It was a moral end for which they fought ; Else how ...
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Apennine aught austere Band Bard beauty behold beneath blest bold Bothwell Castle bower brave breast breath breeze bright brow BRUGES Busk CALAIS cheer clouds dear deeds deep delight doth dread dream Duddon earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze glory grace GRASMERE grave green hand hath heard heart Heaven height Highland hill hope hour lake land liberty light living Loch Lomond look Lord Loweswater meek memory Merlin mighty mind morning mortal mountains Muse Nature ne'er night o'er peace praise pride pure RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy Robert Walker rock round Sanguinetto scorn Seathwaite shade shore sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars steep stream sublime sweet sword thee thine thou thought towers Trajan trees Ulpha vale VALLOMBROSA voice waves Whate'er wild wind Yarrow
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Стр. 19 - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 71 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty...
Стр. 74 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung...
Стр. 31 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Стр. 74 - That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Стр. 270 - For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide ; Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ,' The Form remains, the Function never dies...
Стр. 73 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 73 - GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom — better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend : They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour : what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness.
Стр. 77 - While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given, Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. What do we gather hence but firmer faith That every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath...
Стр. 69 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...