The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid 224 Is there a power that can sustain and cheer 225 The Oak of Guernica Ah ! where is Palafox - In due observance of an ancient rite Feelings of a noble Biscayan at one of those Funerals ...
... Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid 224 Is there a power that can sustain and cheer 225 The Oak of Guernica Ah ! where is Palafox - In due observance of an ancient rite Feelings of a noble Biscayan at one of those Funerals ...
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... look ; Intruders -- who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety . Think what the Home must be if it were thine , Even thine , though few thy wants ! -Roof , window , door , The very flowers are sacred to ...
... look ; Intruders -- who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety . Think what the Home must be if it were thine , Even thine , though few thy wants ! -Roof , window , door , The very flowers are sacred to ...
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... look down upon the place ; Shed on the chosen vale a sun - bright day ! Yet no proud gladness would the Bride display Even for such promise : -serious is her face , Modest her mien ; and she , whose thoughts keep pace With gentleness ...
... look down upon the place ; Shed on the chosen vale a sun - bright day ! Yet no proud gladness would the Bride display Even for such promise : -serious is her face , Modest her mien ; and she , whose thoughts keep pace With gentleness ...
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... look ; This Ship to all the rest did I prefer : When will she turn , and whither ? She will brook No tarrying ; where She comes the winds must stir : On went She , and due north her journey took . XXXIII . THE world is too much with us ...
... look ; This Ship to all the rest did I prefer : When will she turn , and whither ? She will brook No tarrying ; where She comes the winds must stir : On went She , and due north her journey took . XXXIII . THE world is too much with us ...
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... look more exchanging , grief to still Or feed , each planted on that lofty place A chosen Tree ; then , eager to fulfil Their courses , like two new - born rivers , they In opposite directions urged their way Down from the far - seen ...
... look more exchanging , grief to still Or feed , each planted on that lofty place A chosen Tree ; then , eager to fulfil Their courses , like two new - born rivers , they In opposite directions urged their way Down from the far - seen ...
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admiration aught beauty behold beneath blind bower brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer clouds COLEORTON Countess of Winchilsea dark dear delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove Guernica happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human Kent's green King labour Lady lake liberty light living lonely Lord MALHAM COVE meek Merlin mighty mind mountains nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain peace pensive Poems Poet poetry pomp praise princely company pure pure song rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare shine shore sigh sight silent sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thou art thought towers triumph truth vale Viriatus voice wild wind wing Yarrow Ye men youth
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Էջ 123 - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Էջ 128 - For why ? — because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Էջ 134 - And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my ' winsome Marrow,' " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town. Who have been buying, selling, Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own ; Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downward with the Tweed, Nor turn aside to Yarrow. There's...
Էջ 35 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Էջ 50 - SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It...
Էջ 135 - What's Yarrow but a river bare, That glides the dark hills under ? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder.
Էջ 191 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now and...
Էջ 41 - 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.
Էջ 134 - From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my " winsome Marrow" " Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the Braes of Yarrow.
Էջ 136 - Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown ! It must, or we shall rue it : We have a vision of our own ; Ah ! why should we undo it...