PoemsGinn, 1897 - 522 էջ |
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... Duddon ( 503 ) · The Plain of Donnerdale ( 503 ) Return , Content ! ( 504 ) After - Thought ( 504 ) . Between Namur ... River Eden ( 505 ) . 333 Seclusion ( 505 ) . 333 Seclusion , continued ( 506 ) 334 Rural Ceremony ( 506 ) 335 ...
... Duddon ( 503 ) · The Plain of Donnerdale ( 503 ) Return , Content ! ( 504 ) After - Thought ( 504 ) . Between Namur ... River Eden ( 505 ) . 333 Seclusion ( 505 ) . 333 Seclusion , continued ( 506 ) 334 Rural Ceremony ( 506 ) 335 ...
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... river Duddon . - - It was long since Wordsworth had travelled on the con- tinent . In the autumn of 1820 , accompanied by his wife and sister and a few friends , he journeyed by the Rhine to Switzerland and the Italian lakes , returning ...
... river Duddon . - - It was long since Wordsworth had travelled on the con- tinent . In the autumn of 1820 , accompanied by his wife and sister and a few friends , he journeyed by the Rhine to Switzerland and the Italian lakes , returning ...
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... River Duddon , a series of Sonnets ; Vandracour and Julia ; and other Poems , to which is annexed a topographical description of the Country of the Lakes . 8vo . 1820. [ The Topographical Description is here enlarged from Wordsworth's ...
... River Duddon , a series of Sonnets ; Vandracour and Julia ; and other Poems , to which is annexed a topographical description of the Country of the Lakes . 8vo . 1820. [ The Topographical Description is here enlarged from Wordsworth's ...
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... DUDDON . I. SOLE listener , Duddon ! to the breeze that played With thy clear voice , I caught the fitful sound ... RIVER DUDDON . Sole Listener, Duddon (503) · The Plain of Donnerdale (503)
... DUDDON . I. SOLE listener , Duddon ! to the breeze that played With thy clear voice , I caught the fitful sound ... RIVER DUDDON . Sole Listener, Duddon (503) · The Plain of Donnerdale (503)
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... , while men are growing out of boys ; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins . 5 10 IV . AFTER - THOUGHT . I THOUGHT of Thee THE RIVER DUDDON . 331 Return, Content! (504)
... , while men are growing out of boys ; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins . 5 10 IV . AFTER - THOUGHT . I THOUGHT of Thee THE RIVER DUDDON . 331 Return, Content! (504)
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Էջ 52 - 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 321 - This 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 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Էջ 54 - 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 201 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Էջ 221 - 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 30 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Էջ 176 - No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, 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?
Էջ 226 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Էջ 223 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.
Էջ 45 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...