The Poems of William Wordsworth, المجلد 3Methuen, 1908 |
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acknowledged law Alps amid beauty behold beneath BLEAK SEASON breast breath bright Buttermere calm cheerful clouds cottage dark dear delight doth Dowden earth faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend Goslar grace Grasmere grave green groves happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour human labour less light living lonely look maternal bond metre mind mortal mountains mused nature Nature's night o'er once pain Paradise Lost passed passion peace pleasure poem Poet quiet rocks round RYDAL MOUNT sate seemed sense shade side sight silent sleep smile smooth solitude song Sonnets sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood stream strong sublime sweet tender thee things thou thoughts trees truth turned twas vale verse voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds woods words Wordsworth youth ΤΟ
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الصفحة 26 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
الصفحة 29 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
الصفحة 30 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
الصفحة 30 - Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 28 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. • Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
الصفحة 223 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
الصفحة 314 - 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, 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 295 - To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake ; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
الصفحة 568 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
الصفحة 29 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...