The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... Morning of the Day appointed for a General Thanksgiving . January 18 , 1816 INSCRIPTIONS . In the Grounds of Coleorton , the seat of Sir George Beau- mont , Bart . , Leicestershire In a Garden of the Same 255 259 275 · 276 Written at ...
... Morning of the Day appointed for a General Thanksgiving . January 18 , 1816 INSCRIPTIONS . In the Grounds of Coleorton , the seat of Sir George Beau- mont , Bart . , Leicestershire In a Garden of the Same 255 259 275 · 276 Written at ...
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... Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ambition modest yet sublime , Here , for the sight of mortal man , hast given To one brief moment caught from fleeting time The appropriate calm of ...
... Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ambition modest yet sublime , Here , for the sight of mortal man , hast given To one brief moment caught from fleeting time The appropriate calm of ...
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... morning light ; Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell — how Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow ? How , with the Muse's aid , her love attest ? -By planting on thy naked head the crest Of an imperial Castle , which the plough ...
... morning light ; Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell — how Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow ? How , with the Muse's aid , her love attest ? -By planting on thy naked head the crest Of an imperial Castle , which the plough ...
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... - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! XV . THE WILD DUCK'S NEST . THE imperial Consort 16 SONNETS .
... - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! XV . THE WILD DUCK'S NEST . THE imperial Consort 16 SONNETS .
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... morn That saw the Saviour in his human frame Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest fleece ...
... morn That saw the Saviour in his human frame Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest fleece ...
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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...