The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... Rest and be Thankful ! At the Head of Glencroe 283 Highland Hut • The Highland Broach The Brownie To the Planet Venus , an Evening Star . Composed at Loch Lomond • Bothwell Castle . Passed unseen , on Account of Stormy Weather 284 285 ...
... Rest and be Thankful ! At the Head of Glencroe 283 Highland Hut • The Highland Broach The Brownie To the Planet Venus , an Evening Star . Composed at Loch Lomond • Bothwell Castle . Passed unseen , on Account of Stormy Weather 284 285 ...
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... rest . A convent , even a hermit's cell , Would break the silence of this Dell : It is not quiet , it is not ease ; But something deeper far than these : The separation that is here Is of the grave ; and of austere Yet happy feelings of ...
... rest . A convent , even a hermit's cell , Would break the silence of this Dell : It is not quiet , it is not ease ; But something deeper far than these : The separation that is here Is of the grave ; and of austere Yet happy feelings of ...
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... rest Is come , and thou art silent in thy age ; Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught Ambiguous , neither wholly thine nor theirs . O there is life that breathes not ! Powers there are That touch each other to the quick ...
... rest Is come , and thou art silent in thy age ; Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught Ambiguous , neither wholly thine nor theirs . O there is life that breathes not ! Powers there are That touch each other to the quick ...
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... rest ; This corner is your own . There ! take your seat , and let me see That you can listen quietly : And , as I promised , I will tell That strange adventure which befell A poor blind Highland Boy . A Highland Boy ! -why call him so ...
... rest ; This corner is your own . There ! take your seat , and let me see That you can listen quietly : And , as I promised , I will tell That strange adventure which befell A poor blind Highland Boy . A Highland Boy ! -why call him so ...
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... rest His Mother , she who loved him best , She saw her poor blind Boy . But for the Child , the sightless Boy , It is the triumph of his joy ! The bravest traveller in balloon , Mounting as if to reach the moon , Was never half so ...
... rest His Mother , she who loved him best , She saw her poor blind Boy . But for the Child , the sightless Boy , It is the triumph of his joy ! The bravest traveller in balloon , Mounting as if to reach the moon , Was never half so ...
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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...