The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volumen1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 328 páginas |
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... dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is hard by . ' Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep and at break of day I will come to thee - - again ! " As homeward through the lane I went ...
... dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is hard by . ' Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep and at break of day I will come to thee - - again ! " As homeward through the lane I went ...
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... dread , Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down . A while he stood upon his feet ; He felt the motion took his seat ; - And dallied thus , till from the shore The tide retreating more and more Had sucked , and sucked ...
... dread , Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down . A while he stood upon his feet ; He felt the motion took his seat ; - And dallied thus , till from the shore The tide retreating more and more Had sucked , and sucked ...
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... + Crosses commemorative of the deaths of travellers by the fall of snow and other accidents very common along this dread- ful road . While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede , Green 106 DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES .
... + Crosses commemorative of the deaths of travellers by the fall of snow and other accidents very common along this dread- ful road . While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede , Green 106 DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES .
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... dread , Was never heard the plodding peasant's tread . Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beech ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade , the aërial pines ascend ...
... dread , Was never heard the plodding peasant's tread . Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beech ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade , the aërial pines ascend ...
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... dread peal of swelling torrents fills The sky - roofed temple of the eternal hills ; Or , when upon the mountain's silent brow Reclined , he sees , above him and below , Bright stars of ice and azure fields of snow ; While needle peaks ...
... dread peal of swelling torrents fills The sky - roofed temple of the eternal hills ; Or , when upon the mountain's silent brow Reclined , he sees , above him and below , Bright stars of ice and azure fields of snow ; While needle peaks ...
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Alps Babe behold beneath Betty Foy Betty's bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CASTLE OF INDOLENCE Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight door dread Ennerdale eyes fair Fancy Father fear flowers gale GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH gleam gone grave green greenwood tree happy happy day hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lake Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light lived look Luke Lyrical Ballads Maid mind Moon morn Mother mountain never night o'er pain pleasure Poems Poet Pony poor porringer PRIEST Protesilaus rill rocks round shade Shepherd shore side sight silent smiles snow song soul sound star steep stream Sugh Susan sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought thro tidings trees vale ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Youth
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Página 41 - 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 pain...
Página 3 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 181 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me!
Página 202 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Página 215 - No Spectre greets me, — no vain Shadow this; Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side! Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss To me, this day, a second time thy bride!
Página 16 - I —Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
Página 18 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 15 - The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept — and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;" — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Página 312 - And, as his Father had requested, laid The first stone of the Sheepfold. At the sight...
Página 42 - mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine : Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long...