Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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Стр. vii
... and a comparative anatomy of form ; while the stu- dent , who may not taste a flower till it have yielded up its sweets a prelibation to this pedant's idol , seeing that his knowledge is purchased by the loss of power , votes PREFACE . vii.
... and a comparative anatomy of form ; while the stu- dent , who may not taste a flower till it have yielded up its sweets a prelibation to this pedant's idol , seeing that his knowledge is purchased by the loss of power , votes PREFACE . vii.
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... sweet , withal so sensitive " 288 • 293 295 SONNETS . 1802. " I grieved for Buonaparté " Composed upon Westminster Bridge , September 3 , 1802 Composed by the Seaside , near Calais , August , 1802 . Calais , August , 1802 · • Composed ...
... sweet , withal so sensitive " 288 • 293 295 SONNETS . 1802. " I grieved for Buonaparté " Composed upon Westminster Bridge , September 3 , 1802 Composed by the Seaside , near Calais , August , 1802 . Calais , August , 1802 · • Composed ...
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... sweet it is with unuplifted eyes " 331 1837. The Pine of Monte Mario , at Rome 331 1838. Composed on a May Morning , 1838 . 332 " Blest statesman he , whose mind's unselfish will " 332 1841. To a Painter 333 On the Same Subject . 333 ...
... sweet it is with unuplifted eyes " 331 1837. The Pine of Monte Mario , at Rome 331 1838. Composed on a May Morning , 1838 . 332 " Blest statesman he , whose mind's unselfish will " 332 1841. To a Painter 333 On the Same Subject . 333 ...
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... Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If ...
... Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If ...
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... sweet shire of Cardigan , Not far from pleasant Ivor - hall , An old Man dwells , a little man , ' Tis said he once was tall . Full five - and - thirty years he lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red ...
... sweet shire of Cardigan , Not far from pleasant Ivor - hall , An old Man dwells , a little man , ' Tis said he once was tall . Full five - and - thirty years he lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red ...
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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!