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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... light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky , Much ...
... light , Now deep and red , the colouring of night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky , Much ...
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... light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature ...
... light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature ...
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... light ? -Yonder is a Man in sight- Yonder is a House - but where ? No , they must not enter there . To the Caves , and to the Brooks , To the Clouds of Heaven she looks ; She is speechless , but her eyes Pray in ghostly agonies ...
... light ? -Yonder is a Man in sight- Yonder is a House - but where ? No , they must not enter there . To the Caves , and to the Brooks , To the Clouds of Heaven she looks ; She is speechless , but her eyes Pray in ghostly agonies ...
الصفحة 72
... light ! -clouds pass by ; A few are near him still - and now the sky , He hath it to himself ' tis all his own . O most ambitious Star ! an inquest wrought Within me when I recognised thy light ; A moment I was startled at the sight ...
... light ! -clouds pass by ; A few are near him still - and now the sky , He hath it to himself ' tis all his own . O most ambitious Star ! an inquest wrought Within me when I recognised thy light ; A moment I was startled at the sight ...
الصفحة 75
... light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world , Have hung upon the beatings of my heart , How oft , in spirit , have I turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit ...
... light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world , Have hung upon the beatings of my heart , How oft , in spirit , have I turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit ...
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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...