Yarrow Revisited,: And Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, ... and Edward Moxon, 1835 - 349 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 28
... till at last Both sank and died , the life - veins of the chased And chaser bursting here with one dire smart . Mutual the Victory , mutual the Defeat ! High was the trophy hung with pitiless pride ; Say , rather , with that generous ...
... till at last Both sank and died , the life - veins of the chased And chaser bursting here with one dire smart . Mutual the Victory , mutual the Defeat ! High was the trophy hung with pitiless pride ; Say , rather , with that generous ...
الصفحة 29
... till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom , unfolding at the appointed day ; Flower than the loveliest of the vernal prime Lovelier - transplanted from heaven's purest clime ! Charity never faileth : " on ...
... till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom , unfolding at the appointed day ; Flower than the loveliest of the vernal prime Lovelier - transplanted from heaven's purest clime ! Charity never faileth : " on ...
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... till she had served us , which she did most willingly , though not very expeditiously . " A Cumberland man of the same rank would not have had such a notion of what was fit and right in his own house , or , if he had , one would have ...
... till she had served us , which she did most willingly , though not very expeditiously . " A Cumberland man of the same rank would not have had such a notion of what was fit and right in his own house , or , if he had , one would have ...
الصفحة 39
... till , where the firelight fell upon them , they had become as glossy as black rocks , on a sunny day , cased in ice . When we had eaten our supper we sat about half an hour , and I think I never felt so deeply the blessing of a ...
... till , where the firelight fell upon them , they had become as glossy as black rocks , on a sunny day , cased in ice . When we had eaten our supper we sat about half an hour , and I think I never felt so deeply the blessing of a ...
الصفحة 40
... till the light of the fire faded away , and the man and his wife and child had crept into their bed at the other end of the room : I did not sleep much , but passed a comfortable night ; for my bed , though hard , was warm and clean ...
... till the light of the fire faded away , and the man and his wife and child had crept into their bed at the other end of the room : I did not sleep much , but passed a comfortable night ; for my bed , though hard , was warm and clean ...
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beauty Bees Bird blest Bothwell Castle bowers breast breath breeze bright brow Castle cave cell cheer Church clouds Cumberland dear divine DUNOLLIE CASTLE Earl of Lonsdale earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers friends gentle gleam grace grove hand happy harmony hath heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human humble Iona Isle labour land light Loch Lomond lone look meek Merlin mind mountain Muse mute Nature Nature's night numbers o'er peace Penrith poems poor praise prayer pride proud repose rest river river Derwent RIVER EDEN RIVER GRETA rock round Rydal Mount scorn shade sigh silent smile smooth soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit spread Staffa Stanza stream sweet tears tender thee thou thought touch TOWER of REFUGE Towers trees truth ULLSWATER vale verse voice waves whate'er WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings words Yarrow
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الصفحة 229 - MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the Traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
الصفحة 145 - Why art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair ? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant ? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant, Bound to thy service with unceasing care — The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak ! — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than...
الصفحة 211 - THANKS for the lessons of this spot, — fit school For the presumptuous thoughts that would assign Mechanic laws to agency divine ; And, measuring heaven by earth, would overrule Infinite Power. The pillared vestibule, Expanding yet precise, the roof embowed, Might seem designed to humble man, when proud Of his best workmanship by plan and tool.
الصفحة 13 - THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at Eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn. and with watchful eyes Feed it mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouched, unbreathed upon.
الصفحة 343 - There are among the walks of homely life Still higher, men for contemplation framed, Shy, and unpractised in the strife of phrase ; Meek men, whose very souls perhaps would sink Beneath them, summoned to such intercourse : Theirs is the language of the heavens, the power, The thought, the image, and the silent joy : Words are but under-agents in their souls ; When they are grasping with their greatest strength, They do not breathe among them...
الصفحة 219 - Far and wide A plain below stretched seaward, while, descried Above sea-clouds, the Peaks of Arran rose ; And, by that simple notice, the repose Of earth, sky, sea, and air, was vivified. Beneath ' the random bield of clod or stone ' Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away ; less happy than the One That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.
الصفحة 315 - A Voice to Light gave Being ; To Time, and man his earthborn chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, And sweep away life's visionary stir ; The trumpet (we, intoxicate with pride, Arm at its blast for deadly wars) To archangelic lips applied, The grave shall open, quench the stars.
الصفحة 8 - And clomb the winding stair that once Too timidly was mounted By the ' last minstrel,' (not the last !) Ere he his tale recounted. Flow on for ever, Yarrow stream ! Fulfil thy pensive duty, Well pleased that future bards should chant For simple hearts thy beauty ; To dream-light dear while yet unseen, Dear to the common sunshine, And dearer still, as now I feel, To memory's shadowy moonshine...
الصفحة 4 - Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day, Their dignity installing In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves Were on the bough, or falling ; But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed — The forest to embolden ; Reddened the fiery hues, and shot Transparence through the golden. For busy thoughts the Stream flowed on In foamy agitation ; And slept in many a crystal pool For quiet contemplation : No public and no private care The freeborn mind enthralling, We made a day of happy hours, Our happy days recalling.
الصفحة 320 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...