The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 من الصفحات |
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... thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink , then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot ; and , Stranger ! not unmoved Wilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones , The desolate ruins of St. Herbert's Cell ...
... thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink , then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot ; and , Stranger ! not unmoved Wilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones , The desolate ruins of St. Herbert's Cell ...
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... thought Of his Companion , he would pray that both ( Now that their earthly duties were fulfilled ) Might die in the ... thoughts that need a settled home , Yet , like to eddying balls of foam Within this whirlpool , they each other ...
... thought Of his Companion , he would pray that both ( Now that their earthly duties were fulfilled ) Might die in the ... thoughts that need a settled home , Yet , like to eddying balls of foam Within this whirlpool , they each other ...
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... thought , She at the School and elsewhere him hath sought Until thus far she learned , that he had been In the Jews ' street , and there he last was seen . XXI . With Mother's pity in her breast enclosed She 22 SELECTIONS FROM CHAUCER .
... thought , She at the School and elsewhere him hath sought Until thus far she learned , that he had been In the Jews ' street , and there he last was seen . XXI . With Mother's pity in her breast enclosed She 22 SELECTIONS FROM CHAUCER .
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... thought , that in a little space She for her Son in that same spot did cry Where he was cast into a pit hard by . XXIII . O thou great God that dost perform thy laud By mouths of Innocents , lo ! here thy might ; This gem of chastity ...
... thought , that in a little space She for her Son in that same spot did cry Where he was cast into a pit hard by . XXIII . O thou great God that dost perform thy laud By mouths of Innocents , lo ! here thy might ; This gem of chastity ...
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... thought which Lovers heed ; How among them it was a common tale , That it was good to hear the Nightingale , Ere the vile Cuckoo's note be uttered . XI . And then I thought anon as it was day , I gladly would go somewhere to essay If I ...
... thought which Lovers heed ; How among them it was a common tale , That it was good to hear the Nightingale , Ere the vile Cuckoo's note be uttered . XI . And then I thought anon as it was day , I gladly would go somewhere to essay If I ...
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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.