Select Pieces from the Poems of William WordsworthJ. Burns, 1843 - 233 էջ |
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... . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A.
... . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A.
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... stood ; The wolf has come to me to - night , And he has stolen away my food . For ever left alone am I ; Then wherefore should I fear to die ? Young as I am , my course is run , I shall not see another sun ; I cannot lift my limbs to ...
... stood ; The wolf has come to me to - night , And he has stolen away my food . For ever left alone am I ; Then wherefore should I fear to die ? Young as I am , my course is run , I shall not see another sun ; I cannot lift my limbs to ...
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... stood , Looking down on the kine , and our treasure of sheep , That besprinkled the field ; ' twas like youth in my blood . Now I cleave to the house , and am dull as a snail ; And oftentimes hear the church - bell with a sigh , That ...
... stood , Looking down on the kine , and our treasure of sheep , That besprinkled the field ; ' twas like youth in my blood . Now I cleave to the house , and am dull as a snail ; And oftentimes hear the church - bell with a sigh , That ...
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... stood , Breathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights in ; and , with wise restraint Voluptuous , fearless of a rival , eyed The banquet ; or beneath the trees I sate Among the flowers , and with the flowers I played ; A ...
... stood , Breathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights in ; and , with wise restraint Voluptuous , fearless of a rival , eyed The banquet ; or beneath the trees I sate Among the flowers , and with the flowers I played ; A ...
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... stood . Beside a lake their cottage stood , Not small like ours , a peaceful flood ; But one of mighty size and strange , That , rough or smooth , is full of change , And stirring in its bed . For to this lake both night and day The ...
... stood . Beside a lake their cottage stood , Not small like ours , a peaceful flood ; But one of mighty size and strange , That , rough or smooth , is full of change , And stirring in its bed . For to this lake both night and day The ...
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Էջ 4 - 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 5 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.
Էջ 43 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 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. Will no one tell me what she sings...
Էջ 168 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Էջ 25 - 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...
Էջ 164 - And these my exhortations ! 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.
Էջ 93 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Էջ 147 - tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Էջ 159 - 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...
Էջ 27 - ... 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...