The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1836 - 313 páginas |
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... bird that sprang out of the Ark ! Hail , blest above all kinds ! -Supremely skilled Restless with fixed to balance , high with low , Thou leav'st the halcyon free her hopes to build On such forbearance as the deep may show ; Perpetual ...
... bird that sprang out of the Ark ! Hail , blest above all kinds ! -Supremely skilled Restless with fixed to balance , high with low , Thou leav'st the halcyon free her hopes to build On such forbearance as the deep may show ; Perpetual ...
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... birds resort ; Some , inmates lodged in shady nests , Some , perched on stems of stately port That nod to welcome transient guests ; While hare and leveret , seen at play , Appear not more shut out than they . Apt emblem ( for reproof ...
... birds resort ; Some , inmates lodged in shady nests , Some , perched on stems of stately port That nod to welcome transient guests ; While hare and leveret , seen at play , Appear not more shut out than they . Apt emblem ( for reproof ...
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... bird to this rough steep Your kind's first seed did bear ; The breeze had better been asleep , The bird caught in a snare : For you and your green twigs decoy The little witless shepherd - boy To come and slumber in your bower ; And ...
... bird to this rough steep Your kind's first seed did bear ; The breeze had better been asleep , The bird caught in a snare : For you and your green twigs decoy The little witless shepherd - boy To come and slumber in your bower ; And ...
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... In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . 1805 . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all THE GREEN LINNET . 27 The Green Linnet.
... In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . 1805 . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all THE GREEN LINNET . 27 The Green Linnet.
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... birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make all one band of paramours , Thou , ranging up and down the bowers , Art sole in thy employment : A Life , a Presence like the Air ... Bird deceives , A Brother of 28 THE GREEN LINNET .
... birds , and butterflies , and flowers , Make all one band of paramours , Thou , ranging up and down the bowers , Art sole in thy employment : A Life , a Presence like the Air ... Bird deceives , A Brother of 28 THE GREEN LINNET .
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beauty behold beneath bird BLACK COMB blest bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer clouds Countess of Pembroke dancing dear delight doth dwell earth EGREMONT CASTLE fair faith fancy fear feelings flowers gentle gleam Goody Blake Grasmere green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human language Laodamia living lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mind moon morning mountains murmur nature never night o'er oh misery pain passion Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor prose Reader rill river Swale rock round shade sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spot Stanza stars stir stream sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees Twas vale verse voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings withered woods words
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Página 82 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Página 88 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 346 - 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.
Página 163 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 88 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 94 - ... 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. The waves beside them danced ; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Página 166 - Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Página 93 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página 162 - The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door...
Página 121 - As if he had been reading in a book: And now a stranger's privilege I took; And, drawing to his side, to him did say, "This morning gives us promise of a glorious day.