Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 من الصفحات |
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... Children , yea the frame Of the whole Spectacle the same ! Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve ...
... Children , yea the frame Of the whole Spectacle the same ! Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve ...
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... Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful Creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all care ; But there may come another day to me- Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in ...
... Child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful Creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk , and from all care ; But there may come another day to me- Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty . My whole life I have lived in ...
الصفحة 35
... child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a mass of knotted joints , A wretched thing forlorn . It stands erect , and like a stone a With lichens it is overgrown . Like rock or stone , it is o ...
... child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a mass of knotted joints , A wretched thing forlorn . It stands erect , and like a stone a With lichens it is overgrown . Like rock or stone , it is o ...
الصفحة 41
... child was in her womb , As now to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain . Oh me ! ten thousand times I'd rather That he had died , that cruel father ! Sad case for ...
... child was in her womb , As now to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain . Oh me ! ten thousand times I'd rather That he had died , that cruel father ! Sad case for ...
الصفحة 42
... child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There's no one knows , as I have said But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this time Would up the mountain often ...
... child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There's no one knows , as I have said But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this time Would up the mountain often ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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الصفحة 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
الصفحة 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
الصفحة 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
الصفحة 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
الصفحة 345 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
الصفحة 352 - 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.
الصفحة 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
الصفحة 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 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.
الصفحة 351 - 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...