The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1836 - 313 páginas |
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... Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures 52 55 57 The Pilgrim's Dream ; or , The Star and the Glowworm 59 The Poet and the Caged Turtledove 62 A Wren's Nest 64 Rural Illusions 67 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves 69 Address to my Infant Daughter ...
... Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures 52 55 57 The Pilgrim's Dream ; or , The Star and the Glowworm 59 The Poet and the Caged Turtledove 62 A Wren's Nest 64 Rural Illusions 67 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves 69 Address to my Infant Daughter ...
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... show ; Perpetual flight , unchecked by earthly ties , Leav'st to the wandering bird of paradise . * See Waterton's Wanderings in South America . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove 4 A MORNING EXERCISE .
... show ; Perpetual flight , unchecked by earthly ties , Leav'st to the wandering bird of paradise . * See Waterton's Wanderings in South America . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove 4 A MORNING EXERCISE .
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... deeds his thoughts are far ; And yet he warbles songs of war , That seem like songs of love , For calm and gentle is his mien ; Like a dead Boy he is serene . 1799 . XXI . SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW . THOUGH the 54 THE DANISH BOY .
... deeds his thoughts are far ; And yet he warbles songs of war , That seem like songs of love , For calm and gentle is his mien ; Like a dead Boy he is serene . 1799 . XXI . SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW . THOUGH the 54 THE DANISH BOY .
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... nook of chosen ground : And the Sea - horse , though the ocean Yield him no domestic cave , Slumbers without sense of motion , Couched upon the rocking wave . If on windy days the Raven Gambol like a dancing 55 Song for the Wandering Jew.
... nook of chosen ground : And the Sea - horse , though the ocean Yield him no domestic cave , Slumbers without sense of motion , Couched upon the rocking wave . If on windy days the Raven Gambol like a dancing 55 Song for the Wandering Jew.
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... care demands . Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to the goal ; Night and day , I feel the trouble Of the Wanderer in my soul . 1800 . XXII . STRAY PLEASURES . Behold Pleasure is spread through 56 SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW .
... care demands . Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to the goal ; Night and day , I feel the trouble Of the Wanderer in my soul . 1800 . XXII . STRAY PLEASURES . Behold Pleasure is spread through 56 SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW .
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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.