The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... , 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.
... , 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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... 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.
... 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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... spirit give by which I My unassisted heart is barren clay , pray : That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works thou art the seed , That quickens only where thou say'st it may : Unless thou shew to us thine own ...
... spirit give by which I My unassisted heart is barren clay , pray : That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works thou art the seed , That quickens only where thou say'st it may : Unless thou shew to us thine own ...
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... The bright assurance , visibly return : And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice , as , through that power , it ceased to mourn . XXX . AIR sleeps , -from strife or stir the SONNETS . 31 Even so for me a Vision sanctified.
... The bright assurance , visibly return : And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice , as , through that power , it ceased to mourn . XXX . AIR sleeps , -from strife or stir the SONNETS . 31 Even so for me a Vision sanctified.
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... the low dell ' mid Roslin's faded grove : A cheerful life is what the Muses love , A soaring spirit is their prime delight . XLIII . FAIR Prime of life ! were it enough 44 SONNETS . From the dark chambers of dejection freed.
... the low dell ' mid Roslin's faded grove : A cheerful life is what the Muses love , A soaring spirit is their prime delight . XLIII . FAIR Prime of life ! were it enough 44 SONNETS . From the dark chambers of dejection freed.
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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...