The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 من الصفحات |
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... cloud conceal , nor misty air Bedim , the grand terraqueous spectacle , From centre to circumference , unveiled ! Know , if thou grudge not to prolong thy rest , That on the summit whither thou art bound , A geographic Labourer pitched ...
... cloud conceal , nor misty air Bedim , the grand terraqueous spectacle , From centre to circumference , unveiled ! Know , if thou grudge not to prolong thy rest , That on the summit whither thou art bound , A geographic Labourer pitched ...
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... clouds that pass over the streets ; With a look of such earnestness often will stand , You might think he'd twelve reapers at work in the Strand . Where proud Covent - garden , in desolate hours Of snow and hoar - frost , spreads her ...
... clouds that pass over the streets ; With a look of such earnestness often will stand , You might think he'd twelve reapers at work in the Strand . Where proud Covent - garden , in desolate hours Of snow and hoar - frost , spreads her ...
الصفحة 64
... cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force ; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow . What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor ...
... cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force ; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow . What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor ...
الصفحة 94
... cloud of some grave sympathy , Humour and wild instinctive wit , and all The vivid flashes of his spoken words . From the most gentle creature nursed in fields Had been derived the name he bore - a name , Wherever Christian altars have ...
... cloud of some grave sympathy , Humour and wild instinctive wit , and all The vivid flashes of his spoken words . From the most gentle creature nursed in fields Had been derived the name he bore - a name , Wherever Christian altars have ...
الصفحة 101
... clouds that rake the mountain - summits , Or waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother , From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I , whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised , remain to hear A ...
... clouds that rake the mountain - summits , Or waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother , From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I , whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised , remain to hear A ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Babes in arms beauty behold beneath birds BLACK COMB bliss breath Buttermere calm child clouds Coleorton Cuckoo dear death delight doth dream earth eyes faith fancy fear feel felt flowers France Friend gentle glory Goslar Grasmere grave groves happy hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human Jack the Giant-killer kindred labour less light live look meek mighty mind mountain Nature Nature's night o'er once pain Pandarus passed passion peace plain pleasure quiet Robespierre rock round S. T. Coleridge sapience sate Savona scene seemed shape side sight silent sing sleep smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stone stood stream sublime sweet thee things thou thought trees truth turned Twas unto Vale verse voice walk whence WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words youth
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الصفحة 128 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
الصفحة 103 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
الصفحة 105 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
الصفحة 109 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
الصفحة 107 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
الصفحة 123 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice 'That flowed along my dreams...
الصفحة 225 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
الصفحة 318 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all!
الصفحة 129 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
الصفحة 125 - Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music ; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.