The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... soft breeze 9 The fairest , brightest hues of ether fade 10 Upon the sight of a Beautiful Picture 11 " Why , Minstrel , these untuneful murmurings " 12 Aerial Rock - whose solitary brow 13 To Sleep 14 To Sleep 15 To Sleep 16 The Wild ...
... soft breeze 9 The fairest , brightest hues of ether fade 10 Upon the sight of a Beautiful Picture 11 " Why , Minstrel , these untuneful murmurings " 12 Aerial Rock - whose solitary brow 13 To Sleep 14 To Sleep 15 To Sleep 16 The Wild ...
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... pleasures disappear , And flies their memory fast almost as they ; The immortal Spirit of one happy day Lingers beside that Rill , in vision clear . VII . HER only pilot the soft breeze , the 8 SONNETS . There is a little unpretending Rill.
... pleasures disappear , And flies their memory fast almost as they ; The immortal Spirit of one happy day Lingers beside that Rill , in vision clear . VII . HER only pilot the soft breeze , the 8 SONNETS . There is a little unpretending Rill.
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... While here sits One whose brightness owes its hues To flesh and blood ; no Goddess from above , No fleeting Spirit , but my own true Love ? VIII . THE fairest , brightest hues of ether fade SONNETS . 9 Her only pilot the soft breeze.
... While here sits One whose brightness owes its hues To flesh and blood ; no Goddess from above , No fleeting Spirit , but my own true Love ? VIII . THE fairest , brightest hues of ether fade SONNETS . 9 Her only pilot the soft breeze.
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... soft scenes through which thy childhood strayed , Those southern tracts of Cambria , deep embayed , 6 With green hills fenced , with ocean's murmur lulled ; ' Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows , while in ...
... soft scenes through which thy childhood strayed , Those southern tracts of Cambria , deep embayed , 6 With green hills fenced , with ocean's murmur lulled ; ' Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows , while in ...
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... Soft as the Dorhawk's to a distant ear , When twilight shades darken the mountain's head . She who was feigned to spin our vital thread Might smile on work , O Lady , once so dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the ...
... Soft as the Dorhawk's to a distant ear , When twilight shades darken the mountain's head . She who was feigned to spin our vital thread Might smile on work , O Lady , once so dear To household virtues . Venerable Art , Torn from the ...
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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...