The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815E. Moxon, 1857 - 435 من الصفحات |
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... season hath arrived , Joy , as her holiest language , shall adopt ; And Reason's godlike Power be proud to own . 1804 . TO H. C. * SIX YEARS OLD . O THOU ! whose fancies from afar are brought ; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel ...
... season hath arrived , Joy , as her holiest language , shall adopt ; And Reason's godlike Power be proud to own . 1804 . TO H. C. * SIX YEARS OLD . O THOU ! whose fancies from afar are brought ; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel ...
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... season of delight , Preserve for thee , by individual right , A young lamb's heart among the full - grown flocks . What hast thou to do with sorrow , Or the injuries of to - morrow ? Thou art a dew - drop , which the morn brings forth ...
... season of delight , Preserve for thee , by individual right , A young lamb's heart among the full - grown flocks . What hast thou to do with sorrow , Or the injuries of to - morrow ? Thou art a dew - drop , which the morn brings forth ...
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... season near ? Or that other pleasures be Sweeter even than gaiety ? Yet , whate'er enjoyments dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every creature ; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for ...
... season near ? Or that other pleasures be Sweeter even than gaiety ? Yet , whate'er enjoyments dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every creature ; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for ...
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... season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage - windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us ; for me It was a time of rapture ! Clear and loud The ...
... season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage - windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us ; for me It was a time of rapture ! Clear and loud The ...
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... season now was past . On as we drove , the equinoctial deep Ran mountains high before the howling blast , And many perished in the whirlwind's sweep . We gazed with terror on their gloomy sleep , Untaught that soon such anguish must ...
... season now was past . On as we drove , the equinoctial deep Ran mountains high before the howling blast , And many perished in the whirlwind's sweep . We gazed with terror on their gloomy sleep , Untaught that soon such anguish must ...
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beautiful beneath bird bower breath bright brother called calm cheerful child clouds dark dead dear deep delight doth earth Edition face fair Father fear feel fields flowers give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human kind land leaves light live look mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once pain passed peace play pleasure poem Poet poor rest rock round seemed seen side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spring stone stood sweet tell thee things thou thou art thought took traveller trees turned vale voice wild wind wish woods Wordsworth Written youth
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الصفحة 246 - 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 waylay.
الصفحة 265 - 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 ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it...
الصفحة 371 - 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.
الصفحة 309 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
الصفحة 343 - 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.
الصفحة 264 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
الصفحة 433 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any * severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; 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...
الصفحة 315 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
الصفحة 89 - 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.
الصفحة 11 - 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 1" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.