The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4W. Paterson, 1883 |
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... HEART DID HE . PAUSE , COURTEOUS SPIRIT ! -BALBI SUPPLICATES . MATERNAL GRIEF . CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD THREE YEARS OLD . SPANISH GUERILLAS . THE POWER of ARMIES IS A VISIBLE THING . HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS AT LEAST THIS PRAISE ...
... HEART DID HE . PAUSE , COURTEOUS SPIRIT ! -BALBI SUPPLICATES . MATERNAL GRIEF . CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD THREE YEARS OLD . SPANISH GUERILLAS . THE POWER of ARMIES IS A VISIBLE THING . HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS AT LEAST THIS PRAISE ...
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... heart ; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve ; More brave for this , that he hath much to love : - ' Tis , finally , the Man , who , lifted high , Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye , Or left unthought - of in ...
... heart ; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve ; More brave for this , that he hath much to love : - ' Tis , finally , the Man , who , lifted high , Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye , Or left unthought - of in ...
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... heart , As my last earnest prayer ere we depart . On good service we are going Life to risk by sea and land , In which course if Christ our Saviour Do my sinful soul demand , Hither come thou back straightway , Hubert , if alive that ...
... heart , As my last earnest prayer ere we depart . On good service we are going Life to risk by sea and land , In which course if Christ our Saviour Do my sinful soul demand , Hither come thou back straightway , Hubert , if alive that ...
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... heart , and sad . ' Tis Sir Eustace ; if it be Living man , it must be he ! Thus Hubert thought in his dismay , And by a postern - gate he slunk away . Long and long was he unheard of : To his Brother then he came , Made confession ...
... heart , and sad . ' Tis Sir Eustace ; if it be Living man , it must be he ! Thus Hubert thought in his dismay , And by a postern - gate he slunk away . Long and long was he unheard of : To his Brother then he came , Made confession ...
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... , not long ago , A fountain at my fond heart's door , Whose only business was to flow ; And flow it did ; not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need . What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I A COMPLAINT . 11.
... , not long ago , A fountain at my fond heart's door , Whose only business was to flow ; And flow it did ; not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need . What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I A COMPLAINT . 11.
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Términos y frases comunes
amongst the Poems ancient Appleby Castle Ballad Banner Barden Tower beautiful BLACK COMB Bolton Brancepeth brother Brougham Castle Castle cheer church clouds Coleorton Comp Creature D. W. to Lady dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage Dr Johnson Earl earth edition Egremont Castle eyes Fancy fear feelings Fenwick note Grasmere grave ground happy hath heard heart heaven holy honour hope human Imagination inscription labour Lady Beaumont language lines live look Lord Clifford Loughrigg Fell metre mind moral nature never night Norton o'er objects passion pleasure Poet poetical Poetry praise reader referred rock Rylstone sight Sir George Beaumont Skipton sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound speak spirit stood thee things thou thought tion tower Town-end tree truth vale verse voice walk Westmoreland Wharf White Doe words Wordsworth written youth
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Página 50 - On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 55 - 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.
Página 51 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Página 64 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave...
Página 52 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty prophet ! seer blest I On whom those truths do rest, "Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 3 - It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity...
Página 53 - 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 realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 54 - 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.
Página 51 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Página 54 - 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.