The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen3W. Paterson, 1883 |
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... mind An amnesty for what is past ; When will my sentence be reversed ? I only pray to know the worst ; And wish as if my heart would burst . O weary struggle ! silent years Tell seemingly no doubtful tale ; And yet they leave it short ...
... mind An amnesty for what is past ; When will my sentence be reversed ? I only pray to know the worst ; And wish as if my heart would burst . O weary struggle ! silent years Tell seemingly no doubtful tale ; And yet they leave it short ...
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... minds of those Who might have wandered with thee . - Mother's love , Nor less than mother's love in other breasts ... mind's regard Thy passive beauty - parallels have risen , Resemblances , or contrasts , that connect , Within the ...
... minds of those Who might have wandered with thee . - Mother's love , Nor less than mother's love in other breasts ... mind's regard Thy passive beauty - parallels have risen , Resemblances , or contrasts , that connect , Within the ...
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... mind ; And elegant enjoyments , that are pure As nature is ; -too pure to be refined . Here often hast Thou heard the Poet sing In concord with his river murmuring by ; Or in some silent field , while timid spring Is yet uncheered by ...
... mind ; And elegant enjoyments , that are pure As nature is ; -too pure to be refined . Here often hast Thou heard the Poet sing In concord with his river murmuring by ; Or in some silent field , while timid spring Is yet uncheered by ...
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... mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind . Compare also the other two poems on the same flower , vol . ii . pp . 269 , 272. This one was classed by Wordsworth amongst the " Poems referring to the Period of Old ...
... mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind . Compare also the other two poems on the same flower , vol . ii . pp . 269 , 272. This one was classed by Wordsworth amongst the " Poems referring to the Period of Old ...
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... mind , A tender sympathy , which did thee bind Not only to us Men , but to thy Kind : Yea , for thy fellow - brutes in thee we saw A soul of love , 2 love's intellectual law : - Hence , if we wept , it was not done in shame ; Our tears ...
... mind , A tender sympathy , which did thee bind Not only to us Men , but to thy Kind : Yea , for thy fellow - brutes in thee we saw A soul of love , 2 love's intellectual law : - Hence , if we wept , it was not done in shame ; Our tears ...
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amid ash tree beauty behold beneath Benjamin birds breath bright brother Charles Lamb clouds Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Colthouse cottage crag dark dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage Dr Cradock earth fancy fear feeling flowers Friend Furness Abbey gleam Goslar Grasmere grove happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human John Wordsworth Keswick labour lake less light living look memory mind morning mountain Nature Nature's night o'er once passed passion peace plain pleasure poem poet Prelude quiet road rock round sate seemed seen self-taught art side sight silent solitude song soul sound spirit St John's College stars stone stood stream summer sweet thee things Thirlmere thou thought trees truth Vale verse voice Waggoner walk Wetherlam William Wordsworth wind Windermere woods words Wordsworth youth
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Página 414 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Página 2 - 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 3 - 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 2 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. 0 blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place ; That is fit home for thee ! m.
Página 5 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Página 143 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.
Página 30 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Página 201 - Ah! need I say, dear Friend! that to the brim My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me; bond unknown to me Was given that I should be, else sinning greatly, A dedicated Spirit.
Página 32 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Página 3 - 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.