The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen3W. Paterson, 1883 |
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... object beauteous to behold ; Well born , well bred ; I sent him forth Ingenuous , innocent , and bold : If things ensued that wanted grace , As hath been said , they were not base ; And never blush was on my face . IV . Ah ! little doth ...
... object beauteous to behold ; Well born , well bred ; I sent him forth Ingenuous , innocent , and bold : If things ensued that wanted grace , As hath been said , they were not base ; And never blush was on my face . IV . Ah ! little doth ...
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... object sullied o'er By breathing mist ; and thine appears to be A mournful labour , while to her is given Hope , and a renovation without end . -That smile forbids the thought ; for on thy face Smiles are beginning , like the beams of ...
... object sullied o'er By breathing mist ; and thine appears to be A mournful labour , while to her is given Hope , and a renovation without end . -That smile forbids the thought ; for on thy face Smiles are beginning , like the beams of ...
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... object that does not remind me of our loss . I see nothing that he would not have loved , and enjoyed . . . . My consolations rather come to me in gusts of feeling , than are the quiet growth of my mind . I know it will not always be so ...
... object that does not remind me of our loss . I see nothing that he would not have loved , and enjoyed . . . . My consolations rather come to me in gusts of feeling , than are the quiet growth of my mind . I know it will not always be so ...
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... object of his love Upbraided him with slackness , he returned No answer , only took the mother's hand And kissed it ; seemingly devoid of pain , Or care , that what so tenderly he pressed Was a dependant on1 the obdurate heart Of one ...
... object of his love Upbraided him with slackness , he returned No answer , only took the mother's hand And kissed it ; seemingly devoid of pain , Or care , that what so tenderly he pressed Was a dependant on1 the obdurate heart Of one ...
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... Object uncouth ! and yet our boast , For it was painted by the Host ; 2 His own conceit the figure planned , ' Twas coloured all by his own hand ; And that frail Child of thirsty clay , Of whom I sing this rustic lay , 3 Could tell with ...
... Object uncouth ! and yet our boast , For it was painted by the Host ; 2 His own conceit the figure planned , ' Twas coloured all by his own hand ; And that frail Child of thirsty clay , Of whom I sing this rustic lay , 3 Could tell with ...
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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.