The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: In Six Volumes, Հատոր 6Edward Moxon, 1857 |
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... silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face Of earth and sky . But he had felt the power Of Nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love which he , Whom ...
... silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face Of earth and sky . But he had felt the power Of Nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love which he , Whom ...
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... he lingered in the rudiments Of science , and among her simplest laws , His triangles - they were the stars of heaven , The silent stars ! Oft did he take delight To measure the altitude of some tall crag That is THE WANDERER . 27.
... he lingered in the rudiments Of science , and among her simplest laws , His triangles - they were the stars of heaven , The silent stars ! Oft did he take delight To measure the altitude of some tall crag That is THE WANDERER . 27.
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... silent : far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights - the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness . From his intellect And from the stillness of abstracted thought He asked repose ; and , failing ...
... silent : far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights - the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness . From his intellect And from the stillness of abstracted thought He asked repose ; and , failing ...
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... silent suffering , hardly clothed In bodily form . - But without further bidding I will proceed . While thus it fared with them , To whom this cottage , till those hapless years , Had been a blessèd home , it was my chance To travel in ...
... silent suffering , hardly clothed In bodily form . - But without further bidding I will proceed . While thus it fared with them , To whom this cottage , till those hapless years , Had been a blessèd home , it was my chance To travel in ...
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... silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate— The longer I remained , more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first observed The corner stones , on ...
... silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate— The longer I remained , more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first observed The corner stones , on ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth. A New Edition, Հատոր 6 William Wordsworth Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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admiration age to age Alfoxden appeared beauty behold beneath breath bright character cheerful church clouds composition cottage course dark delight earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph faculty faith fancy fear feelings flowers French Revolution Friend grace Grasmere grave grove habits happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven hills honour hope human imagination labour language less living lonely look Loughrigg Fell metre mind mortal mountains nature nature's o'er objects Ossian pains Paradise Lost passed passion Pastor peace perceive pleased pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction poetry Pompey's Pillar poor praise prose pure Reader reason rocks round Rydal Mount sate Scotland sense shade Shakspeare sight silent smile Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake speak spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts truth turn vale verse voice Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Էջ 393 - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs ; they on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend.
Էջ 331 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire ; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Էջ 18 - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Էջ 114 - Possessions vanish, and opinions change, And passions hold a fluctuating seat : But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where time and space are not.
Էջ 148 - Eternal ! What if these Did never break the stillness that prevails Here, if the solemn nightingale be mute, And the soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers, Nature fails not to provide Impulse and utterance. The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights, And blind recesses of the caverned rocks...
Էջ 321 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Էջ 337 - He considers man and the objects that surround him as acting and re-acting upon each other, so as to produce an infinite complexity of pain and pleasure; he considers man in his own nature and in his ordinary life as contemplating this with a certain quantity of immediate knowledge, with certain convictions, intuitions, and deductions, which...
Էջ 18 - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation : — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Էջ 334 - What is a Poet ? To whom does he address himself? And what language is to be expected from him 1—He is a man speaking to men : a man, it is true, endowed with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind...
Էջ 354 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?