Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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Стр. xi
... voice of these poets and prophets continues to be heard above the incessant din of our modern Babylon , calling upon men to live the life of the spirit ; to leave the dispute of words for the discernment of things , and declaring that ...
... voice of these poets and prophets continues to be heard above the incessant din of our modern Babylon , calling upon men to live the life of the spirit ; to leave the dispute of words for the discernment of things , and declaring that ...
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... voices ! But , oh the heavy change ! -- bereft Of health , strength , friends , and kindred , see ! Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty . His Master's dead , - and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and ...
... voices ! But , oh the heavy change ! -- bereft Of health , strength , friends , and kindred , see ! Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty . His Master's dead , - and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and ...
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... voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing ...
... voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing ...
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... voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that ...
... voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that ...
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... voices raise , Let sorrow overcharged with pain Be lost in thankfulness and praise . 50 And when our hearts shall feel a sting From ill we meet or good we miss , May touches of his memory bring Fond healing , like a mother's kiss . BY ...
... voices raise , Let sorrow overcharged with pain Be lost in thankfulness and praise . 50 And when our hearts shall feel a sting From ill we meet or good we miss , May touches of his memory bring Fond healing , like a mother's kiss . BY ...
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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!