The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 من الصفحات |
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... strong and deep ! Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest away , and into souls dost creep , Like to a breeze from heaven ...
... strong and deep ! Dear Bosom - child we call thee , that dost steep In rich reward all suffering ; Balm that tames All anguish ; Saint that evil thoughts and aims Takest away , and into souls dost creep , Like to a breeze from heaven ...
الصفحة 13
... strong desire keep pace , From the And I be undeluded , unbetrayed ; For if of our affections none finds grace In sight of Heaven , then , wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have than that in ...
... strong desire keep pace , From the And I be undeluded , unbetrayed ; For if of our affections none finds grace In sight of Heaven , then , wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have than that in ...
الصفحة 50
... strong a hold Upon his Father's memory , that his hands , Through reverence , touch it only to repair Its waste . - Though crumbling with each breath of air , In annual renovation thus it stands- Rude Mausoleum ! but wrens nestle there ...
... strong a hold Upon his Father's memory , that his hands , Through reverence , touch it only to repair Its waste . - Though crumbling with each breath of air , In annual renovation thus it stands- Rude Mausoleum ! but wrens nestle there ...
الصفحة 58
... play , Motions of thought which elevate the will And , like the Spire that from your classic Hill Points heavenward , indicate the end and way . WHAT strong allurement draws , what spirit guides , To 58 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
... play , Motions of thought which elevate the will And , like the Spire that from your classic Hill Points heavenward , indicate the end and way . WHAT strong allurement draws , what spirit guides , To 58 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
الصفحة 59
William Wordsworth. WHAT strong allurement draws , what spirit guides , To the Thee , Vesper ! brightening still , as if the nearer Planet Venus Thou com'st to man's abode the spot grew dearer Night after night ? True is it Nature hides ...
William Wordsworth. WHAT strong allurement draws , what spirit guides , To the Thee , Vesper ! brightening still , as if the nearer Planet Venus Thou com'st to man's abode the spot grew dearer Night after night ? True is it Nature hides ...
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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,...