The poetical works of Wordsworth. Repr. of the 1827 ed., with memoir, notes &c, العدد 476 |
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الصفحة xxxii
... wish either to be considered as a teacher , or as nothing . " Again , he says , " Never forget what I believe was observed by Coleridge — that every great and original writer , in proportion as he is great or original , must himself ...
... wish either to be considered as a teacher , or as nothing . " Again , he says , " Never forget what I believe was observed by Coleridge — that every great and original writer , in proportion as he is great or original , must himself ...
الصفحة xxxvii
... wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows , Follow this wondrous Potentate ! Be true , Ye winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft ...
... wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows , Follow this wondrous Potentate ! Be true , Ye winds of ocean , and the midland sea , Wafting your charge to soft ...
الصفحة xxxviii
... wish , beneath the green turf , among the dalesmen of Grasmere , under the sycamores and yews of a country churchyard , by the side of a beautiful stream , amid the mountains which he loved ; and a solemn voice seems to breathe from his ...
... wish , beneath the green turf , among the dalesmen of Grasmere , under the sycamores and yews of a country churchyard , by the side of a beautiful stream , amid the mountains which he loved ; and a solemn voice seems to breathe from his ...
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... wish , sole object of my [ appear ! How fair its lawns and sheltering woods way ; How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! ) [ rise , Where we , my friend , to happy days shall Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs EVENING ...
... wish , sole object of my [ appear ! How fair its lawns and sheltering woods way ; How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! ) [ rise , Where we , my friend , to happy days shall Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs EVENING ...
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... wishes - efforts vain as they ; He from his old hereditary nook Must part - the summons came - our final leave we took . It was indeed a miserable hour [ veyed , When from the last hill - top , my sire sur . Peering above the trees ...
... wishes - efforts vain as they ; He from his old hereditary nook Must part - the summons came - our final leave we took . It was indeed a miserable hour [ veyed , When from the last hill - top , my sire sur . Peering above the trees ...
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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.