The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1836 - 313 páginas |
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William Wordsworth. VIII . Even such as his may be my lot . What cause have I to haunt My heart with terrors ? Am I not In truth a favoured plant ! On me such bounty Summer pours , That I am covered o'er with flowers ; And , when the ...
William Wordsworth. VIII . Even such as his may be my lot . What cause have I to haunt My heart with terrors ? Am I not In truth a favoured plant ! On me such bounty Summer pours , That I am covered o'er with flowers ; And , when the ...
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... cause be given ; Arch , volatile , a sportive bird By social glee inspired ; Ambitious to be seen or heard , And pleased to be admired ! II . THIS MOSS - LINED shed , green , soft , and dry , Harbours a self - contented Wren , Not ...
... cause be given ; Arch , volatile , a sportive bird By social glee inspired ; Ambitious to be seen or heard , And pleased to be admired ! II . THIS MOSS - LINED shed , green , soft , and dry , Harbours a self - contented Wren , Not ...
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... cause appears , The mountain - ponies prick their ears , -They hear the Danish Boy , While in the dell he sits alone Beside the tree and corner - stone . There sits he ; in his face you spy No trace of a ferocious air , Nor ever was a ...
... cause appears , The mountain - ponies prick their ears , -They hear the Danish Boy , While in the dell he sits alone Beside the tree and corner - stone . There sits he ; in his face you spy No trace of a ferocious air , Nor ever was a ...
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... cause ? Shall thy Implement have blame , A boaster , that when he is tried , fails , and is put to shame ? Or is it good as others are , and be their eyes in fault ? Their eyes , or minds ? or , finally , is yon resplendent vault ? Is ...
... cause ? Shall thy Implement have blame , A boaster , that when he is tried , fails , and is put to shame ? Or is it good as others are , and be their eyes in fault ? Their eyes , or minds ? or , finally , is yon resplendent vault ? Is ...
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... cause , ' tis sure that they who pry and pore Seem to meet with little gain , seem less happy than before : One after One they take their turn , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away , as if dissatisfied . 1806 . XIV ...
... cause , ' tis sure that they who pry and pore Seem to meet with little gain , seem less happy than before : One after One they take their turn , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away , as if dissatisfied . 1806 . XIV ...
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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.