Poems, المجلد 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... round ; he does us no harm We build up the fire , we're snug and warm ; Untouch'd by his breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half 9 The Cock is crowing.
... round ; he does us no harm We build up the fire , we're snug and warm ; Untouch'd by his breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half 9 The Cock is crowing.
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... 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 cur ! That clustered round her head . She had a rustic ...
... 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 cur ! That clustered round her head . She had a rustic ...
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... breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A Lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful Rent , VII . The Lamb had slipped into the stream , And safe without a bruise or wound The ...
... breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A Lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful Rent , VII . The Lamb had slipped into the stream , And safe without a bruise or wound The ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 69
... our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of Death . III . EXTRACTS FROM DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN 69 French Revolution 1810.
... our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of Death . III . EXTRACTS FROM DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN 69 French Revolution 1810.
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Poems <span dir=ltr>William Wordsworth</span>,<span dir=ltr>Dorothy Wordsworth</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2018 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam Bruce Babe bagpipes beneath Betty Foy Betty's Bird bower breath bright brook Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage crag dead dear deep delight door dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair Father fear flowers follow the blind gone grave green happy happy day hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Idiot Boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light limbs live look Maid mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pastoral pipes Poem Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round sail senses fail shade Shepherd shore shout side sight silent sing smiles snow song soul sound steep Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale waterfall ween wild wind woods Youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 313 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 130 - 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.
الصفحة 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
الصفحة 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
الصفحة 310 - 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.
الصفحة 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, 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 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
الصفحة 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
الصفحة 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.