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... HOUR GREAT MEN HAVE BEEN AMONG US , HANDS THAT 195 196 PENNED IT IS NOT TO BE THOUGHT OF THAT THE FLOOD WHEN I HAVE BORNE IN MEMORY WHAT HAS TAMED THESE TIMES STRIKE MONIED WORLDLINGS WITH DISMAY WHEN , LOOKING ON THE PRESENT FACE OF ...
... HOUR GREAT MEN HAVE BEEN AMONG US , HANDS THAT 195 196 PENNED IT IS NOT TO BE THOUGHT OF THAT THE FLOOD WHEN I HAVE BORNE IN MEMORY WHAT HAS TAMED THESE TIMES STRIKE MONIED WORLDLINGS WITH DISMAY WHEN , LOOKING ON THE PRESENT FACE OF ...
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... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , while the Sun sinks down to rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given ...
... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , while the Sun sinks down to rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given ...
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... hour . While , Memory at my side , I wander here , Starts at the simplest sight th ' unbidden tear , A form discover'd at the well - known seat , A spot , that angles at the riv'let's feet , The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh ...
... hour . While , Memory at my side , I wander here , Starts at the simplest sight th ' unbidden tear , A form discover'd at the well - known seat , A spot , that angles at the riv'let's feet , The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh ...
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... hour invites my steps abroad . While , near the midway cliff , the silver'd kite In many a whistling circle wheels her flight ; Slant wat'ry lights , from parting clouds a - pace , Travel along the precipice's base ; Chearing its naked ...
... hour invites my steps abroad . While , near the midway cliff , the silver'd kite In many a whistling circle wheels her flight ; Slant wat'ry lights , from parting clouds a - pace , Travel along the precipice's base ; Chearing its naked ...
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... hour , She seeks a shelter from the battering show'r . -Fierce comes the river down ; the crashing wood Gives way , and half its pines torment the flood ; Fearful , beneath , the Water - spirits call , And the bridge vibrates ...
... hour , She seeks a shelter from the battering show'r . -Fierce comes the river down ; the crashing wood Gives way , and half its pines torment the flood ; Fearful , beneath , the Water - spirits call , And the bridge vibrates ...
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beauty behold beneath birds blessed breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Calais calm cheerful child clouds Composed cottage dark dead dear deep delight doth dream earth eyes fair faith fear feelings flowers France Friend gleam Grasmere grave green groves happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour human JAMES HOGG Kent's green Kilve labour language liberty light live lonely look Lyrical Ballads mankind Martha Ray metre mind morning mountains nature Nature's never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain passed passion peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet Poetry quiet rill rocks round SARAH GREEN seemed shade sight silent sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought Trajan trees truth turned Twas vale voice wander wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow youth
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Էջ 99 - 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.
Էջ 197 - 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 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. — In every thing we are sprung Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
Էջ 313 - But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Էջ 81 - I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Էջ 64 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five.' Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The Little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door.
Էջ 317 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Էջ 100 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Էջ 173 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Էջ 215 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Էջ 304 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.