The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Հատոր 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... head is bare Resolution and Independence The Thorn Hart - leap Well - 95 98 111 - 119 · - 125 132 - 144 Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle - 155 Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - lark It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown ...
... head is bare Resolution and Independence The Thorn Hart - leap Well - 95 98 111 - 119 · - 125 132 - 144 Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle - 155 Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - lark It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown ...
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... head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd Queen , were thus arrayed ? Of Man mature , or Matron sage ? Or Old - man toying with his age ...
... head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd Queen , were thus arrayed ? Of Man mature , or Matron sage ? Or Old - man toying with his age ...
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... heads of towering hills . What , if through the frozen centre Of the Alps the Chamois bound , Yet he has a home to enter In some nook of chosen ground . If on windy days the Raven Gambol like a dancing 15 Song for the Wandering Jew.
... heads of towering hills . What , if through the frozen centre Of the Alps the Chamois bound , Yet he has a home to enter In some nook of chosen ground . If on windy days the Raven Gambol like a dancing 15 Song for the Wandering Jew.
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... head he sees The clear Moon , and the glory of the heavens . There , in a black blue vault she sails along , Followed by multitudes of stars , that , small And sharp , and bright , along the dark abyss Drive as she drives ; - how fast ...
... head he sees The clear Moon , and the glory of the heavens . There , in a black blue vault she sails along , Followed by multitudes of stars , that , small And sharp , and bright , along the dark abyss Drive as she drives ; - how fast ...
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... done . " So were both right well content : From the Castle forth they went . And at the head of their Array To Palestine the Brothers took their way . Side by side they fought ( the Lucies Were a THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE . 67.
... done . " So were both right well content : From the Castle forth they went . And at the head of their Array To Palestine the Brothers took their way . Side by side they fought ( the Lucies Were a THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE . 67.
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admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Էջ 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; .Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Էջ 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Էջ 64 - 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 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Էջ 289 - 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.
Էջ 182 - What then I was. 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Էջ 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Էջ 47 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Էջ 268 - 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...
Էջ 305 - 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...