The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... seen that were not names On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic The King of Sweden To Toussaint L'Ouverture Driven from the soil of France , a Female came · 175 176 · 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 Composed in the Valley near Dover ...
... seen that were not names On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic The King of Sweden To Toussaint L'Ouverture Driven from the soil of France , a Female came · 175 176 · 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 Composed in the Valley near Dover ...
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... seen , with flash incessant 288 Near the Spring of the Hermitage 289 Not seldom , clad in radiant vest 290 For the Spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Herbert's Island , Derwent - water 291 Written in an Album 292 Lines Written in the ...
... seen , with flash incessant 288 Near the Spring of the Hermitage 289 Not seldom , clad in radiant vest 290 For the Spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Herbert's Island , Derwent - water 291 Written in an Album 292 Lines Written in the ...
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... seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the starless sky . Now , in this blank of things , a harmony , Home - felt , and home - created ...
... seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the starless sky . Now , in this blank of things , a harmony , Home - felt , and home - created ...
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... wealth was all your own ; And benefits were weighed in Reason's scales ! green dales ! XXII . DECAY OF PIETY . OFT have I seen .SONNETS . 23 Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmoreland, on Easter 22235 Sunday Decay of Piety.
... wealth was all your own ; And benefits were weighed in Reason's scales ! green dales ! XXII . DECAY OF PIETY . OFT have I seen .SONNETS . 23 Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmoreland, on Easter 22235 Sunday Decay of Piety.
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William Wordsworth. XXII . DECAY OF PIETY . OFT have I seen , ere Time had ploughed my cheek , Matrons and Sires - who , punctual to the call Of their loved Church , on fast or festival Through the long year the House of Prayer would ...
William Wordsworth. XXII . DECAY OF PIETY . OFT have I seen , ere Time had ploughed my cheek , Matrons and Sires - who , punctual to the call Of their loved Church , on fast or festival Through the long year the House of Prayer would ...
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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...