The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Late Poet LaureatePorter & Coates, 1851 - 727 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 32
... never heard the plodding peasant's tread . Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beech ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade , the aërial pines ascend , Yet with his ...
... never heard the plodding peasant's tread . Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beech ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade , the aërial pines ascend , Yet with his ...
الصفحة 33
... never gave A brook to murmur or a bough to wave , Which unsubstantial Phantoms sacred keep ; Hung dim discovered from the dangerous steep , Or summer hamlet , flat and bare , on high Suspended , ' mid the quiet of the sky . How still ...
... never gave A brook to murmur or a bough to wave , Which unsubstantial Phantoms sacred keep ; Hung dim discovered from the dangerous steep , Or summer hamlet , flat and bare , on high Suspended , ' mid the quiet of the sky . How still ...
الصفحة 35
... never - ceasing strife With all the tender charities of life , The father , as his sons of strength become To pay the filial debt , for food to roam , From his bare nest amid the storms of heaven Drives , eagle - like , those sons as he ...
... never - ceasing strife With all the tender charities of life , The father , as his sons of strength become To pay the filial debt , for food to roam , From his bare nest amid the storms of heaven Drives , eagle - like , those sons as he ...
الصفحة 38
... never feel : and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye streamed with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept ...
... never feel : and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye streamed with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept ...
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... never could I hope to meet with such another . XXIX . Two years were passed since to a distant town He had repaired to ply a gainful trade : What tears of bitter grief , till then unknown ! What tender vows our last sad kiss delayed ...
... never could I hope to meet with such another . XXIX . Two years were passed since to a distant town He had repaired to ply a gainful trade : What tears of bitter grief , till then unknown ! What tender vows our last sad kiss delayed ...
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aught beauty behold beneath birds blest Bothwell Castle bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds cottage Cuckoo dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill holy honour hope hour human Idon light living lonely look Lord Clifford MARMADUKE mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet praise rapture rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone seemed shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep smile smooth song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth vale voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 73 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 194 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
الصفحة 96 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
الصفحة 76 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be." Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
الصفحة 220 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity . The gentleness of heaven...
الصفحة 166 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; /The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ;...
الصفحة 242 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. 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...
الصفحة 193 - Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm,...
الصفحة 470 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 227 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare Ships, towers, domes, theatres. and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...