The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen4Little, Brown and Company, 1865 |
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... Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge , the Mere The leaves that rustled on this oak - crowned hill The sun has long been set . · Composed upon an Evening of extraordinary Splendor and Beauty • Composed by the Sea - shore The Crescent ...
... Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge , the Mere The leaves that rustled on this oak - crowned hill The sun has long been set . · Composed upon an Evening of extraordinary Splendor and Beauty • Composed by the Sea - shore The Crescent ...
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... soft gales dissolve the dreary snow And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of unlooked - for fruit , Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content From blossoms wild of ...
... soft gales dissolve the dreary snow And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of unlooked - for fruit , Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content From blossoms wild of ...
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... soft ! ― the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen , And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound , - Free entrance to the churchyard ground ...
... soft ! ― the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen , And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound , - Free entrance to the churchyard ground ...
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... soft and breeze - like visitings , Has touched thee , and a Spirit's hand ; A voice is with us , - - - a command To chant , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed ...
... soft and breeze - like visitings , Has touched thee , and a Spirit's hand ; A voice is with us , - - - a command To chant , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed ...
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... soft and lulling sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day ; - - The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape ...
... soft and lulling sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day ; - - The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape ...
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alien storms beauty Bees beneath blest bold bowers Brancepeth breath bright brow Canute cheer Church clouds Creature crown dark dear divine doom doth dread DUNOLLY CASTLE earth fair faith Fancy fear feeling flowers friends gentle gleam glory grace grave green Greenock hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Iona Isle JOAN OF KENT land light live look Lord meek mind morning mortal mountains Nature's night o'er old times Love peace pensive praise prayer repose rite river Derwent RIVER EDEN round Rushen Abbey Rylstone sacred shade shine sigh sight silent Simon rouse smile smooth soft Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spread STAFFA stand stars stood stream sweet tears thee thou thought tower Tower of refuge tree truth Ullswater vale voice wave Wicliffe wild wind wings words
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Página 231 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 256 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 4 - It destroys likewise magnanimity, and the raising of human nature: for take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on, when he finds himself maintained by a man; who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura...
Página 229 - MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
Página 3 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done; and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed: Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.
Página 266 - 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...
Página 319 - So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give ; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone...
Página 270 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire: Who comprehends his trust, and to the same, Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim ; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state ; Whom they must follow: on whose head must fall, Like showers of manna, if they come at all...
Página 250 - With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, 30 And, coming to the church, stopped short Beside my daughter's grave. ' Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang — she would have been A very nightingale. ' Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more — For so it seemed — than till that day I e'er had loved before.
Página 240 - And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but, should you think, Perhaps a tale you'll make it.