The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 من الصفحات |
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... rise in crowds : What was the great Parnassus ' self to Thee , Mount Skiddaw ? In his natural sovereignty Our British Hill is nobler far ; he shrouds His double front among Atlantic clouds , And pours forth streams more sweet than ...
... rise in crowds : What was the great Parnassus ' self to Thee , Mount Skiddaw ? In his natural sovereignty Our British Hill is nobler far ; he shrouds His double front among Atlantic clouds , And pours forth streams more sweet than ...
الصفحة 7
... Rise , then , ye votive Towers ! and catch a gleam Of golden sunset , ere it fade and die . O GENTLE sleep ! do they belong to thee , These twinklings of oblivion ? Thou dost love To sit in meekness , like the brooding Dove , A captive ...
... Rise , then , ye votive Towers ! and catch a gleam Of golden sunset , ere it fade and die . O GENTLE sleep ! do they belong to thee , These twinklings of oblivion ? Thou dost love To sit in meekness , like the brooding Dove , A captive ...
الصفحة 12
... Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest fleece , In thoughtful reverence to the Prince of ...
... Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest fleece , In thoughtful reverence to the Prince of ...
الصفحة 18
... rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . ~ ww The building A VOLANT Tribe of Bards on earth are found , Mind Who , while the flattering Zephyrs round them play , On " coignes of vantage " hang their nests of ...
... rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . ~ ww The building A VOLANT Tribe of Bards on earth are found , Mind Who , while the flattering Zephyrs round them play , On " coignes of vantage " hang their nests of ...
الصفحة 21
... Rise , GILLIES , rise : the gales of youth shall bear Thy genius forward like a winged steed . Though bold Bellerophon ( so Jove decreed In wrath ) fell headlong from the fields of air , Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare , If ...
... Rise , GILLIES , rise : the gales of youth shall bear Thy genius forward like a winged steed . Though bold Bellerophon ( so Jove decreed In wrath ) fell headlong from the fields of air , Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare , If ...
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ancient art thou aught beauty behold blest bold bowers breath bright brow Calais calm cheer Church clouds Cocytus crown dares dark dear death divine doom doth dread dream Duddon earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gaze gleam glory grace green hand haply hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human land Liberty light live meek mighty mind morn mortal Mosgiel mountains Muse Nature Nature's Nursling o'er pain peace pensive Poet praise proud pure rapture Rhine Rill Rome round sacred Saragossa Sarah Hutchinson scorn shame shine sigh sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul sovereign hill spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought Tower of Refuge towers truth ULPHA vale voice WANSFELL wild William Wordsworth wind wing words Ye men youth
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الصفحة 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
الصفحة 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
الصفحة 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
الصفحة 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
الصفحة 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
الصفحة 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
الصفحة 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
الصفحة 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
الصفحة 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
الصفحة 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...