The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth..William P. Nimmo: London: 14 King William Street, Strand; and Edinburgh., 1876 - 548 էջ |
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... doth bound One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare ; Sweet garden - orchard , eminently fair , The loveliest spot that man hath ever found , Farewell ! -we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care , Thee , and the cottage which thou dost ...
... doth bound One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare ; Sweet garden - orchard , eminently fair , The loveliest spot that man hath ever found , Farewell ! -we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care , Thee , and the cottage which thou dost ...
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... dost little need . And O most constant , yet most fickle place , That hast thy wayward moods , as thou dost show To them who look not daily in thy face ; Who ... doth a fly upon a summer brook ; But 56 Poems founded on the Affections .
... dost little need . And O most constant , yet most fickle place , That hast thy wayward moods , as thou dost show To them who look not daily in thy face ; Who ... doth a fly upon a summer brook ; But 56 Poems founded on the Affections .
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William Wordsworth. As doth a fly upon a summer brook ; But go to - morrow - or belike to - day- Seek for him , he is fled ; and whither none can say . Thus often would he leave our peaceful home , And find elsewhere his business or ...
William Wordsworth. As doth a fly upon a summer brook ; But go to - morrow - or belike to - day- Seek for him , he is fled ; and whither none can say . Thus often would he leave our peaceful home , And find elsewhere his business or ...
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... the coffin is taken up , and each person who attends the funeral ordinarily takes a sprig of this boxwood , and throws it into the grave of the deceased . Ah ! little doth the young one dream , When 74 Poems founded on the Affections .
... the coffin is taken up , and each person who attends the funeral ordinarily takes a sprig of this boxwood , and throws it into the grave of the deceased . Ah ! little doth the young one dream , When 74 Poems founded on the Affections .
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William Wordsworth. Ah ! little doth the young one dream , When full of play and childish cares , What power bath even his wildest scream , Heard by his mother unawares ! He knows it not , he cannot guess : Years to a mother bring ...
William Wordsworth. Ah ! little doth the young one dream , When full of play and childish cares , What power bath even his wildest scream , Heard by his mother unawares ! He knows it not , he cannot guess : Years to a mother bring ...
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Էջ 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Էջ 144 - Oh, 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 139 - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Էջ 210 - L'OUVERTURE. TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common...
Էջ 211 - Two voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him; but hast vainly striven. Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For...
Էջ 279 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...
Էջ 169 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Էջ 279 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Էջ 133 - To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Էջ 280 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.