Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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... Castle of Indolence " " The sun has long been set " • 125 127 130 To H. C. Six Years Old 131 To the Daisy ( first poem ) 132 On the Same Flower ( second poem ) 135 • 137 138 To the Daisy ( third poem ) 1803. The Green Linnet Yew - Trees ...
... Castle of Indolence " " The sun has long been set " • 125 127 130 To H. C. Six Years Old 131 To the Daisy ( first poem ) 132 On the Same Flower ( second poem ) 135 • 137 138 To the Daisy ( third poem ) 1803. The Green Linnet Yew - Trees ...
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... Castle 184 in a Storm , Painted by Sir George Beaumont . 188 To the Daisy ( fourth poem ) 190 1806 . To a Young Lady . 193 Character of the Happy Warrior . 194 Stray Pleasures . 197 " Yes , it was the mountain echo " . Lines Written on ...
... Castle 184 in a Storm , Painted by Sir George Beaumont . 188 To the Daisy ( fourth poem ) 190 1806 . To a Young Lady . 193 Character of the Happy Warrior . 194 Stray Pleasures . 197 " Yes , it was the mountain echo " . Lines Written on ...
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... Castle • 306 " There is a bondage worse , far worse , to bear " 307 October , 1803 307 " England ! the time is come when thou shouldst wean 308 To the Men of Kent , October , 1803 . 308 In the Pass of Killicranky 309 1806 . " Nuns fret ...
... Castle • 306 " There is a bondage worse , far worse , to bear " 307 October , 1803 307 " England ! the time is come when thou shouldst wean 308 To the Men of Kent , October , 1803 . 308 In the Pass of Killicranky 309 1806 . " Nuns fret ...
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... Castle 329 Mary Queen of Scots . 330 " There ! ' said the Stripling , pointing with meet pride " 330 " Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes " 331 1837. The Pine of Monte Mario , at Rome 331 1838. Composed on a May Morning , 1838 . 332 ...
... Castle 329 Mary Queen of Scots . 330 " There ! ' said the Stripling , pointing with meet pride " 330 " Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes " 331 1837. The Pine of Monte Mario , at Rome 331 1838. Composed on a May Morning , 1838 . 332 ...
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... CASTLE OF INDOLENCE . 1802. 1815 . WITHIN Our happy Castle there dwelt One Whom without blame I may not overlook ; For never sun on living creature shone Who more devout enjoyment with us took ; Here on his hours he hung as on a book ...
... CASTLE OF INDOLENCE . 1802. 1815 . WITHIN Our happy Castle there dwelt One Whom without blame I may not overlook ; For never sun on living creature shone Who more devout enjoyment with us took ; Here on his hours he hung as on a book ...
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Стр. 159 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Стр. 280 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 33 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 187 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 20 - Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Стр. 193 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Стр. 201 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Стр. 13 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Стр. 172 - Ah! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile!
Стр. 17 - 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, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye!