The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... springs , Shall dwell together till old Time Folds up his wings ? Sweet Mercy ! to the gates of Heaven This Minstrel lead , his sins forgiven ; The rueful conflict , the heart riven With vain endeavor , And memory of Earth's bitter ...
... springs , Shall dwell together till old Time Folds up his wings ? Sweet Mercy ! to the gates of Heaven This Minstrel lead , his sins forgiven ; The rueful conflict , the heart riven With vain endeavor , And memory of Earth's bitter ...
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... springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked , a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I , not unmoved in mind , Seen birds ...
... springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked , a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I , not unmoved in mind , Seen birds ...
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... 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 . Will no one tell me what she sings ? - THE SOLITARY REAPER . 19 The Solitary Reaper.
... 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 . Will no one tell me what she sings ? - THE SOLITARY REAPER . 19 The Solitary Reaper.
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... Spring . Shade of departed Power , Skeleton of unfleshed humanity , — The chronicle were welcome that should call Into the compass of distinct regard The toils and struggles of thy infant years ! Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ...
... Spring . Shade of departed Power , Skeleton of unfleshed humanity , — The chronicle were welcome that should call Into the compass of distinct regard The toils and struggles of thy infant years ! Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ...
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... spring flowers , And call a train of laughing Hours ; And bid them dance , and bid them sing ; And thou , too , mingle in the ring ! Take to thy heart a new delight ; If not , make merry in despite That there is One who scorns thy power ...
... spring flowers , And call a train of laughing Hours ; And bid them dance , and bid them sing ; And thou , too , mingle in the ring ! Take to thy heart a new delight ; If not , make merry in despite That there is One who scorns thy power ...
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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...