The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 1E. Moxon, son & Company, 1871 - 568 էջ |
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... rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the ...
... rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the ...
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... rise naked as a wall , or stretch Far o'er the water , hung with groves of beech ; Aerial pines from loftier steeps ascend , Nor stop but where creation seems to end . Yet here and there , if ' mid the savage scene Appears a scanty plot ...
... rise naked as a wall , or stretch Far o'er the water , hung with groves of beech ; Aerial pines from loftier steeps ascend , Nor stop but where creation seems to end . Yet here and there , if ' mid the savage scene Appears a scanty plot ...
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... rise no more ! To - night , my Friend , within this humble cot Be scorn and fear and hope alike forgot In timely sleep ; and when , at break of day , On the tall peaks the glistening sunbeams play , With a light heart our course we may ...
... rise no more ! To - night , my Friend , within this humble cot Be scorn and fear and hope alike forgot In timely sleep ; and when , at break of day , On the tall peaks the glistening sunbeams play , With a light heart our course we may ...
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... rising sun I oft have viewed , Through tears have seen him towards that world descend Where my poor heart lost all its ... Rise various wreaths that into one unite Which high and higher mounts with silver gleam : Fair spectacle , but ...
... rising sun I oft have viewed , Through tears have seen him towards that world descend Where my poor heart lost all its ... Rise various wreaths that into one unite Which high and higher mounts with silver gleam : Fair spectacle , but ...
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... rise . Mar. Well , well , he lives , And all is safe : what said he ? Eld . But few words : He only spake to me of a dear Daughter , Who , so he feared , would never see him more ; And of a Stranger to him , One by whom He had been sore ...
... rise . Mar. Well , well , he lives , And all is safe : what said he ? Eld . But few words : He only spake to me of a dear Daughter , Who , so he feared , would never see him more ; And of a Stranger to him , One by whom He had been sore ...
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Էջ 114 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear 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 114 - As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Էջ 159 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Էջ 127 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though...
Էջ 299 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Էջ 48 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Էջ 176 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted...
Էջ 357 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Էջ 299 - No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Էջ 127 - 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. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this...