The Poems of William WordsworthE. Moxon, 1849 - 619 من الصفحات |
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... seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the starless sky . Now , in this blank of things , a harmony , Home - felt , and home - created ...
... seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the starless sky . Now , in this blank of things , a harmony , Home - felt , and home - created ...
الصفحة 11
... seen The native Genii walk the mountain green ? Or heard , while other worlds their charms reveal , Soft music o'er the aërial summit steal ? While o'er the desert , answering every close , Rich steam of sweetest perfume comes and goes ...
... seen The native Genii walk the mountain green ? Or heard , while other worlds their charms reveal , Soft music o'er the aërial summit steal ? While o'er the desert , answering every close , Rich steam of sweetest perfume comes and goes ...
الصفحة 16
... seen , But not one dwelling - place his heart to cheer . Some labourer , thought he , may perchance be near ; And so he sent a feeble shout - in vain ; No voice made answer , he could only hear Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain ...
... seen , But not one dwelling - place his heart to cheer . Some labourer , thought he , may perchance be near ; And so he sent a feeble shout - in vain ; No voice made answer , he could only hear Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain ...
الصفحة 21
... seen him towards that world descend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude : Three years a wanderer now my course I bend- Oh ! tell me whither - for no earthly friend Have I . " -- She ceased , and weeping turned away ; As if ...
... seen him towards that world descend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude : Three years a wanderer now my course I bend- Oh ! tell me whither - for no earthly friend Have I . " -- She ceased , and weeping turned away ; As if ...
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... seen and suffered turned her brain . Cast off by her Betrayer , she dwells alone , Nor moves her hands to any needful work : She eats her food which every day the peasants Bring to her hut ; and so the Wretch has lived Ten years ; and ...
... seen and suffered turned her brain . Cast off by her Betrayer , she dwells alone , Nor moves her hands to any needful work : She eats her food which every day the peasants Bring to her hut ; and so the Wretch has lived Ten years ; and ...
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الصفحة 432 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
الصفحة 433 - Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
الصفحة 569 - Go to the Ant, thou Sluggard, consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest. How long wilt thou sleep, O Sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep? Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep. So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
الصفحة 142 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 142 - 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 431 - Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies...
الصفحة 361 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
الصفحة 236 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
الصفحة 201 - Scorn not the Sonnet: Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours! With this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the...
الصفحة 221 - No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, 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 today?