Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - Всего страниц: 282 |
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... hills ) There were two springs which bubbled side by side , As if they had been made that they might be Companions for each other : ten years back , Close to those brother fountains , the huge crag Was 45 THE BROTHERS .
... hills ) There were two springs which bubbled side by side , As if they had been made that they might be Companions for each other : ten years back , Close to those brother fountains , the huge crag Was 45 THE BROTHERS .
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... spring returns ) He had gone forth among the new - dropp'd lambs , With two or three companions , whom it chanced Some further business summoned to a house Which stands at the dale - head . James , tired , perhaps , Or from some other ...
... spring returns ) He had gone forth among the new - dropp'd lambs , With two or three companions , whom it chanced Some further business summoned to a house Which stands at the dale - head . James , tired , perhaps , Or from some other ...
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... her tales of years gone by , And this sweet spring the best beloved and best . Joy will be flown in its mortality ; Something must stay to tell us of the rest . Here , thronged with primroses , the steep rock's breast 61 A FAREWELL .
... her tales of years gone by , And this sweet spring the best beloved and best . Joy will be flown in its mortality ; Something must stay to tell us of the rest . Here , thronged with primroses , the steep rock's breast 61 A FAREWELL .
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... springs of Dove , A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star , when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ...
... springs of Dove , A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star , when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ...
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... spring . " Thy father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet baby , there to rest ; ' Tis all thine own ! —and if its hue Be changed , that was so fair to view , ' Tis fair enough for thee , my dove ! My beauty , little child ...
... spring . " Thy father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet baby , there to rest ; ' Tis all thine own ! —and if its hue Be changed , that was so fair to view , ' Tis fair enough for thee , my dove ! My beauty , little child ...
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Стр. 197 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Стр. 7 - Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Стр. 237 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 201 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher :^ Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Стр. 186 - 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! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Стр. 117 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
Стр. 238 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Стр. 1 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 201 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Стр. 187 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize, In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.