The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, المجلد 1E. Moxon, son & Company, 1871 - 568 من الصفحات |
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... sweet , " Yon isle conceals their home , their hut - like bower ; Green water - rushes overspread the floor ; Long grass and willows form the woven wall , And swings above the roof the poplar tall . Thence issuing often with unwieldy ...
... sweet , " Yon isle conceals their home , their hut - like bower ; Green water - rushes overspread the floor ; Long grass and willows form the woven wall , And swings above the roof the poplar tall . Thence issuing often with unwieldy ...
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... sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! ) Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death ...
... sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! ) Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death ...
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... Sweet poison spreads along the listener's veins , Turning past pleasures into mortal pains ; Poison , which not a frame of steel can brave , Bows his young head with sorrow to the grave . Gay lark of hope , thy silent song resume ! Ye ...
... Sweet poison spreads along the listener's veins , Turning past pleasures into mortal pains ; Poison , which not a frame of steel can brave , Bows his young head with sorrow to the grave . Gay lark of hope , thy silent song resume ! Ye ...
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... sweet tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know . VIII . Vain hope ! for fraud took all that he had earned . The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood Even in the desert's heart ; but he , returned , Bears not to ...
... sweet tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know . VIII . Vain hope ! for fraud took all that he had earned . The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood Even in the desert's heart ; but he , returned , Bears not to ...
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... sweet music made ! Till then , he hoped his bones might there be laid Close by my mother in their native bowers : Bidding me trust in God , he stood and prayed ; - I could not pray : -through tears that fell in showers Glimmered our ...
... sweet music made ! Till then , he hoped his bones might there be laid Close by my mother in their native bowers : Bidding me trust in God , he stood and prayed ; - I could not pray : -through tears that fell in showers Glimmered our ...
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art thou aught beauty behold beneath bird blest bowers breast breath breeze bright calm cheer child clouds creature dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human Idon light live lonely look MARMADUKE meek mind morning mortal mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure praise pride rapture rill RIVER DUDDON rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep smile smooth soft song sorrow soul sound spirit St Bees stars stood stream sublime sweet tears thee thine things thou thought towers trees truth Twas vale voice wandering wild wind woods words Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 114 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
الصفحة 114 - As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
الصفحة 159 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
الصفحة 127 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though...
الصفحة 299 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
الصفحة 48 - 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 may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
الصفحة 176 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted...
الصفحة 357 - 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 299 - No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
الصفحة 127 - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this...