The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... , When to the consciousness of right His course was true , When Wisdom prospered in his sight And Virtue grew . 6 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Thoughts suggested the Day following, on the Banks Nith, near the Poet's Residence.
... , When to the consciousness of right His course was true , When Wisdom prospered in his sight And Virtue grew . 6 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Thoughts suggested the Day following, on the Banks Nith, near the Poet's Residence.
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William Wordsworth. When Wisdom prospered in his sight And Virtue grew . Yes , freely let our hearts expand , Freely as in youth's season bland , When , side by side , his Book in hand , We wont to stray , Our pleasure varying at command ...
William Wordsworth. When Wisdom prospered in his sight And Virtue grew . Yes , freely let our hearts expand , Freely as in youth's season bland , When , side by side , his Book in hand , We wont to stray , Our pleasure varying at command ...
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... virtues through the mass infused , Which old idolatry abused . What though the Granite would deny All fervor to the sightless eye ; And touch from rising suns in vain Solicit a Memnonian strain ; Yet , in some fit of anger sharp , The ...
... virtues through the mass infused , Which old idolatry abused . What though the Granite would deny All fervor to the sightless eye ; And touch from rising suns in vain Solicit a Memnonian strain ; Yet , in some fit of anger sharp , The ...
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... virtue , never sown In haste , nor springing with a transient shower : When truth , when sense , when liberty , were flown , What hardship had it been to wait an hour ? Shame on you , feeble Heads , to slavery prone ! III . COMPOSED ...
... virtue , never sown In haste , nor springing with a transient shower : When truth , when sense , when liberty , were flown , What hardship had it been to wait an hour ? Shame on you , feeble Heads , to slavery prone ! III . COMPOSED ...
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... virtue , freedom , power ! 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 ...
... virtue , freedom , power ! 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 ...
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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...