The Poetical Works of William WordsworthWilliam P. Nimmo, 1871 - 574 էջ |
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... Poor Susan Power of Music Stepping Westward Glen - Almain ... To a Highland Girl The Solitary Reaper " The cock is crowing " Gipsies Beggars Yarrow Unvisited Yarrow Visited Star - gazers ... ... Resolution and Independence The Thorn ...
... Poor Susan Power of Music Stepping Westward Glen - Almain ... To a Highland Girl The Solitary Reaper " The cock is crowing " Gipsies Beggars Yarrow Unvisited Yarrow Visited Star - gazers ... ... Resolution and Independence The Thorn ...
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... poor . Unenvious of greater state , unheeding the pomps and vanities , and honouring all men , we find him truly condescending to men of low estate ; and that neither in the way of patronage nor of indifference to their defects ; but ...
... poor . Unenvious of greater state , unheeding the pomps and vanities , and honouring all men , we find him truly condescending to men of low estate ; and that neither in the way of patronage nor of indifference to their defects ; but ...
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... poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . Alas , the mountain tops that look so ...
... poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . Alas , the mountain tops that look so ...
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... poor blind Highland boy . A Highland boy ! -why call him so ? Because , my darlings , ye must know , In land where many a mountain towers , Far higher hills than these of ours ! He from his birth had lived . He ne'er had seen one ...
... poor blind Highland boy . A Highland boy ! -why call him so ? Because , my darlings , ye must know , In land where many a mountain towers , Far higher hills than these of ours ! He from his birth had lived . He ne'er had seen one ...
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... poor blind mariner ! For death will be his doom . But say what bears him ? -Ye have seen The Indian's bow , his arrows keen , Rare beasts , and birds with plumage bright Gifts which , for wonder or delight , Are brought in ships from ...
... poor blind mariner ! For death will be his doom . But say what bears him ? -Ye have seen The Indian's bow , his arrows keen , Rare beasts , and birds with plumage bright Gifts which , for wonder or delight , Are brought in ships from ...
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Էջ 233 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Էջ 185 - Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Էջ 307 - 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 151 - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Էջ 196 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Էջ 157 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. 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.
Էջ 137 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Էջ 309 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ;...
Էջ 310 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Էջ 311 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...