The poetical works of Wordsworth. Repr. of the 1827 ed., with memoir, notes &c, العدد 476 |
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... Poor Susan Power of Music The Haunted Tree .. • 89 • 89 89 90 90 • 91 92 • 93 93 • 94 94 Written in March , while Resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's Water 95 Gipsies 95 Beggars 95 Sequel to the Foregoing 96 Ruth 96 Laodamla ...
... Poor Susan Power of Music The Haunted Tree .. • 89 • 89 89 90 90 • 91 92 • 93 93 • 94 94 Written in March , while Resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's Water 95 Gipsies 95 Beggars 95 Sequel to the Foregoing 96 Ruth 96 Laodamla ...
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... poor He views the sun uplift his golden fire , Or sink , with heart alive like Memnon's lyre ; t [ ray , Blesses the moon that comes with kindly To light him shaken by his rugged way ; With bashful fear no cottage children steal From ...
... poor He views the sun uplift his golden fire , Or sink , with heart alive like Memnon's lyre ; t [ ray , Blesses the moon that comes with kindly To light him shaken by his rugged way ; With bashful fear no cottage children steal From ...
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... poor heart has all its joys re - relief , by multitudes , from every corner of the This shrine is resorted to , from a hope of signed , [ behind ? Catholic world , labouring under mental or Why does their sad remembrance cleave bodily ...
... poor heart has all its joys re - relief , by multitudes , from every corner of the This shrine is resorted to , from a hope of signed , [ behind ? Catholic world , labouring under mental or Why does their sad remembrance cleave bodily ...
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... Poor Walter ! whether it was care that spurred him God only knows , but to the very last He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale : His pace was never that of an old man : I almost see him tripping down the path With his two grandsons ...
... Poor Walter ! whether it was care that spurred him God only knows , but to the very last He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale : His pace was never that of an old man : I almost see him tripping down the path With his two grandsons ...
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... Poor Leonard ! when we parted , He took me by the hand , and said to me , If ever the day came when he was rich , He would return , and on his father's land He would grow old among us . * The Great Gavel , so called , I imagine , from ...
... Poor Leonard ! when we parted , He took me by the hand , and said to me , If ever the day came when he was rich , He would return , and on his father's land He would grow old among us . * The Great Gavel , so called , I imagine , from ...
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beautiful behold beneath bowers Brancepeth breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds cottage creature dark dear deep delight doth dwell earth fair faith fancy fear feelings fields flowers gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy honour hope hour human labour light living lonely look Loweswater Lyrical Ballads metre mind morning mortal mountain muse nature nature's night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure poems poet praise rill RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rocks round Rydal Mount Rylstone Seathwaite shade side sight silent sleep smile smooth soft solitary song sonnet sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tears tender thee things thou thought tower trees truth Twas Ulpha vale voice wandering ween wild wind woods words youth
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الصفحة 14 - 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 136 - 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:...
الصفحة 109 - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
الصفحة 143 - The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
الصفحة 110 - 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, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
الصفحة 109 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
الصفحة 83 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
الصفحة 35 - 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 110 - Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations!
الصفحة 305 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.