The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2Macmillan, 1896 |
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... took it in most grievous part ; She to the very bone was worn , And , ere that little child was born , Died of a broken heart . And now the Spirits of the Mind Are busy with poor Peter Bell ; 1 1836 . A lonely house her dwelling was , 2 ...
... took it in most grievous part ; She to the very bone was worn , And , ere that little child was born , Died of a broken heart . And now the Spirits of the Mind Are busy with poor Peter Bell ; 1 1836 . A lonely house her dwelling was , 2 ...
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... took the lead of all my school- fellows in this art.-I. F. ] This " extract " will be found in the fifth book of The Prelude , 11. 364-397 . It was included among the " Poems of the Imagination . " In the editions of 1800 to 1832 it had ...
... took the lead of all my school- fellows in this art.-I. F. ] This " extract " will be found in the fifth book of The Prelude , 11. 364-397 . It was included among the " Poems of the Imagination . " In the editions of 1800 to 1832 it had ...
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... took leave of them with a solemn blessing . This farewell doubtless suggested the lines- the blessing which to you Our common Friend and Father sent . Mr. Taylor was buried in Cartmell Churchyard . In The his grave . 66 Prelude ...
... took leave of them with a solemn blessing . This farewell doubtless suggested the lines- the blessing which to you Our common Friend and Father sent . Mr. Taylor was buried in Cartmell Churchyard . In The his grave . 66 Prelude ...
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... took The lantern in her hand . Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . 1 1800 ( 2nd issue ) . She dwelt on a wild Moor She lived on a wide Moor 2 1800 ...
... took The lantern in her hand . Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . 1 1800 ( 2nd issue ) . She dwelt on a wild Moor She lived on a wide Moor 2 1800 ...
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... took another Mate ; And Ruth , not seven years old , A slighted child , at her own will1 Went wandering over dale and hill , In thoughtless freedom , bold . 2 And she had made a pipe of straw , And music from that pipe could draw Like ...
... took another Mate ; And Ruth , not seven years old , A slighted child , at her own will1 Went wandering over dale and hill , In thoughtless freedom , bold . 2 And she had made a pipe of straw , And music from that pipe could draw Like ...
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Página 398 - Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again...
Página 398 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Página 291 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 54 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 329 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 52 - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up in silence from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Página 55 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Página 162 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Página 69 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Página 292 - 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.