The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 3 |
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... breath made it ) like a bubble blown For summer pastime into wanton air ; Happy the thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite and rare , Which for the loss of that ...
... breath made it ) like a bubble blown For summer pastime into wanton air ; Happy the thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite and rare , Which for the loss of that ...
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... breathing air remote From trivial cares . But , Fancy and the Muse , Why have I crowded this small bark with you And others of your kind , ideal crew ! While here sits One whose brightness owes its hues To flesh and blood ; no Goddess ...
... breathing air remote From trivial cares . But , Fancy and the Muse , Why have I crowded this small bark with you And others of your kind , ideal crew ! While here sits One whose brightness owes its hues To flesh and blood ; no Goddess ...
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... breath's a sigh Which they would stifle , move at such a pace ! The northern Wind , to call thee to the chase , Must blow to - night his bugle horn . Had I The power of Merlin , Goddess ! this should be : And all the Stars , fast as the ...
... breath's a sigh Which they would stifle , move at such a pace ! The northern Wind , to call thee to the chase , Must blow to - night his bugle horn . Had I The power of Merlin , Goddess ! this should be : And all the Stars , fast as the ...
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... breath of air , In annual renovation thus it stands- Rude Mausoleum ! but wrens nestle there , And red - breasts warble when sweet sounds are rare . LII . TO THE AUTHOR'S PORTRAIT . [ Painted at 100 SONNETS . Filial Piety.
... breath of air , In annual renovation thus it stands- Rude Mausoleum ! but wrens nestle there , And red - breasts warble when sweet sounds are rare . LII . TO THE AUTHOR'S PORTRAIT . [ Painted at 100 SONNETS . Filial Piety.
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... breath Of stormy war , and violent death And should , methinks , when all was past , Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heaped , and rent As by a spirit turbulent ; Where sights were rough , and sounds were wild ...
... breath Of stormy war , and violent death And should , methinks , when all was past , Have rightfully been laid at last Where rocks were rudely heaped , and rent As by a spirit turbulent ; Where sights were rough , and sounds were wild ...
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admiration art thou aught beauty behold beneath blind brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer clouds COLEORTON COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA Cruachan dark dear delight doth dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove Guernica happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human King King Arthur labour Lady liberty light living lonely Lord meek Merlin mighty mind mortal mountains Muse nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost passion peace pensive Poems Poet poetry praise pure rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare 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 voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing Yarrow Ye men youth
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Էջ 188 - 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 16 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear tonight...
Էջ 3 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Էջ 200 - ANOTHER year ! — another deadly blow ! Another mighty Empire overthrown ! And We are left, or shall be left, alone ; The last that dare to struggle with the Foe. Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought ; That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
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 123 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Էջ 187 - O Friend ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! — We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
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 186 - 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...