The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1William Paterson, 1882 |
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... fear . " " XIX . Tributary Stream , " My frame hath often trembled with delight . " XX . The Plain of Donnerdale , " The old inventive Poets , had they seen . " XXI . " Whence that low voice ? A whisper from the heart . " XXII ...
... fear . " " XIX . Tributary Stream , " My frame hath often trembled with delight . " XX . The Plain of Donnerdale , " The old inventive Poets , had they seen . " XXI . " Whence that low voice ? A whisper from the heart . " XXII ...
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... fears Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears ; 3 No tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Thy breast their death ... Fear's cold wet hand , and dogged by Death ; Death , as she turns her neck the kiss to seek , Breaks off the ...
... fears Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears ; 3 No tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Thy breast their death ... Fear's cold wet hand , and dogged by Death ; Death , as she turns her neck the kiss to seek , Breaks off the ...
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... fear no cottage children steal From him , a brother at the cottage meal . 1815 . 4 1845 . Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing care , Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there . Much wondering in what fit of crazing care Or ...
... fear no cottage children steal From him , a brother at the cottage meal . 1815 . 4 1845 . Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing care , Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there . Much wondering in what fit of crazing care Or ...
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... fear ?? That Silence , once in deathlike fetters bound , Chains that were loosened only by the sound Of holy rites ... fear ? That breathed a death - like peace their woods around ; 1815 . Even now emerging from the forest's gloom , I ...
... fear ?? That Silence , once in deathlike fetters bound , Chains that were loosened only by the sound Of holy rites ... fear ? That breathed a death - like peace their woods around ; 1815 . Even now emerging from the forest's gloom , I ...
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... Fear . 1820 . A giant moan along the forest swells Protracted , and the twilight storm foretels , And , ruining from the cliffs , their deafening load Tumbles , the wildering Thunder slips abroad ; Nor is she more at ease on some still ...
... Fear . 1820 . A giant moan along the forest swells Protracted , and the twilight storm foretels , And , ruining from the cliffs , their deafening load Tumbles , the wildering Thunder slips abroad ; Nor is she more at ease on some still ...
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Página 266 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
Página 231 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 265 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Página 196 - ... mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail, And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,...
Página 238 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings i He, too, is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Página 200 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 231 - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Página 238 - Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless — Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Página 202 - So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Página 269 - Of all my moral being. Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay...