The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and complete annotated ed. Centenary ed, العدد 619،المجلد 5 |
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... steps Of that same Bard - repeated to and fro At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies Through the vicissitudes of many a year— Forbade the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . No longer , scattering to the heedless winds The vocal ...
... steps Of that same Bard - repeated to and fro At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies Through the vicissitudes of many a year— Forbade the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . No longer , scattering to the heedless winds The vocal ...
الصفحة 47
... step of that small pile , Surrounded by those wild unpeopled hills , He sat , and ate his food in solitude : And ever , scattered from his palsied hand , That , still attempting to prevent the waste , Was baffled still , the crumbs in ...
... step of that small pile , Surrounded by those wild unpeopled hills , He sat , and ate his food in solitude : And ever , scattered from his palsied hand , That , still attempting to prevent the waste , Was baffled still , the crumbs in ...
الصفحة 49
... steps resign To selfishness and cold oblivious cares . Among the farms and solitary huts , Hamlets and thinly - scattered villages , Where'er the aged Beggar takes his rounds , The mild necessity of use compels To acts of love ; and ...
... steps resign To selfishness and cold oblivious cares . Among the farms and solitary huts , Hamlets and thinly - scattered villages , Where'er the aged Beggar takes his rounds , The mild necessity of use compels To acts of love ; and ...
الصفحة 60
... step , His gait , is one expression : every limb , His look and bending figure , all bespeak A man who does not move with pain , but moves With thought . He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet : he is one by whom All effort seems ...
... step , His gait , is one expression : every limb , His look and bending figure , all bespeak A man who does not move with pain , but moves With thought . He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet : he is one by whom All effort seems ...
الصفحة 64
... steps Of the fair Muses . Not a covert path Leads to the dear Parnassian forest's shade , That might from him be hidden ; not a track Mounts to pellucid Hippocrene , but he Had traced its windings . - This Savona knows , Yet no ...
... steps Of the fair Muses . Not a covert path Leads to the dear Parnassian forest's shade , That might from him be hidden ; not a track Mounts to pellucid Hippocrene , but he Had traced its windings . - This Savona knows , Yet no ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Articulate music Babes in arms beauty behold beneath birds BLACK COMB bliss Boötes breath bright Buttermere calm centre of Eternity child clouds Coleorton Cuckoo darkness dear death delight doth dream earth faith fancy fear feel felt flowers Friend gentle glory Goslar Grasmere grave groves happy hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human Jack the Giant-killer labour less light live look memory mighty mind mountain Nature Nature's night o'er once pain Pandarus passed passion peace pleasure pride quiet rock round S. T. Coleridge sapience sate Savona scene seemed side sight silent sing sleep smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stone stood stream sweet thee things thou thought trees truth twice the sun unto Vale verse voice walks whence wind words youth
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الصفحة 78 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
الصفحة 130 - 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 111 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; 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 108 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel- I feel it all.
الصفحة 227 - 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 107 - 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 106 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 356 - All meek and silent, save that through a rift — Not distant from the shore whereon we stood, A fixed, abysmal, gloomy breathing-place — Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams Innumerable, roaring with one voice ! Heard over earth and sea, and, in that hour, For so it seemed, felt by the starry heavens.
الصفحة 131 - 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 129 - But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.