The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... 165 To in her seventieth year 167 165 To Rotha Q- 167 166 A Grave - stone upon the Floor in the Clois ters of Worcester Cathedral 167 To the Lady E. B. and the Hon . Miss P. 166 191 • . 192 193 193 193 193 . . CONTENTS . VII.
... 165 To in her seventieth year 167 165 To Rotha Q- 167 166 A Grave - stone upon the Floor in the Clois ters of Worcester Cathedral 167 To the Lady E. B. and the Hon . Miss P. 166 191 • . 192 193 193 193 193 . . CONTENTS . VII.
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... Grave of Burns , 1803. Seven Years after his Death • Thoughts suggested the Day following , on the Banks of Nith , near the Poet's Residence To the Sons of Burns , after visiting the Grave of their Father Ellen Irwin : or , the Braes of ...
... Grave of Burns , 1803. Seven Years after his Death • Thoughts suggested the Day following , on the Banks of Nith , near the Poet's Residence To the Sons of Burns , after visiting the Grave of their Father Ellen Irwin : or , the Braes of ...
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... grave could hide The empty loom , cold hearth , and silent wheel , And tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . ΧΧΧΙ . ' Twas a hard change ; an evil time was come ; We had no hope , and no relief could gain : But soon ...
... grave could hide The empty loom , cold hearth , and silent wheel , And tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . ΧΧΧΙ . ' Twas a hard change ; an evil time was come ; We had no hope , and no relief could gain : But soon ...
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... grave , And in the churchyard sod her feet have worn A hollow ring ; they say it is knee - deep— Ah ! what is here ? A female Beggar rises up , rubbing her eyes as if in sleep a Child in her arms . Beg . Oh ! Gentlemen , I thank you ; I ...
... grave , And in the churchyard sod her feet have worn A hollow ring ; they say it is knee - deep— Ah ! what is here ? A female Beggar rises up , rubbing her eyes as if in sleep a Child in her arms . Beg . Oh ! Gentlemen , I thank you ; I ...
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... grave but dotards . He may live To thank me for this service . Rainbow arches , Highways of dreaming passion , have too long , Young as he is , diverted wish and hope From the unpretending ground we mortals tread- Then shatter the ...
... grave but dotards . He may live To thank me for this service . Rainbow arches , Highways of dreaming passion , have too long , Young as he is , diverted wish and hope From the unpretending ground we mortals tread- Then shatter the ...
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Էջ 353 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng; The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Էջ 123 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Էջ 123 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Էջ 354 - And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Էջ 123 - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Էջ 453 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Էջ 354 - 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 60 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Էջ 60 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Էջ 541 - 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? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.