Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, المجلد 2David Nutt, 1807 |
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الصفحة 12
... , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter of today ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may be again ! Whate'er the theme , the Maiden sung As if her 12.
... , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter of today ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may be again ! Whate'er the theme , the Maiden sung As if her 12.
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... And yet a higher joy partake . Our Human - nature throws away It's second Twilight , and looks gay : A Land of promise and of pride Unfolding , wide as life is wide . Ah ! see her helpless Charge ! enclos'd Within himself 20.
... And yet a higher joy partake . Our Human - nature throws away It's second Twilight , and looks gay : A Land of promise and of pride Unfolding , wide as life is wide . Ah ! see her helpless Charge ! enclos'd Within himself 20.
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... Nature scarcely seems to heed : For shelter'd places , bosoms , nooks and bays , And the pure mountains , and the gentle Tweed , And the green silent pastures , yet remain . 8 . ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS after visiting 28 Sonnet.
... Nature scarcely seems to heed : For shelter'd places , bosoms , nooks and bays , And the pure mountains , and the gentle Tweed , And the green silent pastures , yet remain . 8 . ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS after visiting 28 Sonnet.
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... ; So is it now I am a Man ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . 5 . WRITTEN IN MARCH , While resting on the 44 4.
... ; So is it now I am a Man ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . 5 . WRITTEN IN MARCH , While resting on the 44 4.
الصفحة 62
... natural race As thou seem'st now to do ; might one day trace Some ground not mine ; and , strong her strength above , My Soul , an Apparition in the place , Tread there , with steps that no one shall reprove ! THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY ...
... natural race As thou seem'st now to do ; might one day trace Some ground not mine ; and , strong her strength above , My Soul , an Apparition in the place , Tread there , with steps that no one shall reprove ! THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY ...
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April Babe Barron Field became behold birds blind Boy Blind Highland Boy bliss brave bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Butterfly Castle chear Child Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Cottage Countess of Pembroke Creature Cuckoo daffodils Daisy dancing dear delight Dorothy Dorothy's Journal doth Dowden dream earth fear feelings Fenwick Note Flower Friend gleam glee Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland Girl hill Jedborough Lake land light Loch lonely Lord Clifford mighty mind Mother never Nightingale o'er peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor praise rest Rob Roy Scotland seem'd seen September 25 sight silent Simpliciad sing sleep small Celandine smiles Solitary Reaper song Sonnet Soul sound Spring stanza Star stepping westward sweet textual changes thee thine things THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought trees Vales verse voice walk words Wordsworth Yarrow
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الصفحة 148 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
الصفحة 149 - 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...
الصفحة 158 - 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 ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
الصفحة 150 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
الصفحة 122 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
الصفحة 155 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
الصفحة 167 - 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.
الصفحة 152 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
الصفحة 157 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
الصفحة 156 - 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.