The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1William Paterson, 1882 |
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... never reproduced . In a MS . note to a copy of the first quarto edition of The Evening Walk , 1793 , Wordsworth says : " This is the first of my published Poems , with the exception of a Sonnet written when I was a school - boy , and ...
... never reproduced . In a MS . note to a copy of the first quarto edition of The Evening Walk , 1793 , Wordsworth says : " This is the first of my published Poems , with the exception of a Sonnet written when I was a school - boy , and ...
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... never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ...
... never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ...
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... never republished ; and such poems as The Waterfall and the Eglantine , and To the Spade of a Friend , retained ? To give one other illustration , where a score are possible . In the sonnet , belonging to the year 1807 , beginning ...
... never republished ; and such poems as The Waterfall and the Eglantine , and To the Spade of a Friend , retained ? To give one other illustration , where a score are possible . In the sonnet , belonging to the year 1807 , beginning ...
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... never thought of revising his earlier pieces . In the year 1800 , he composed at least twenty - five new poems . The third edition of Lyrical Bal- lads appeared in 1802 ; and during that year he wrote thirty - six new poems , many of ...
... never thought of revising his earlier pieces . In the year 1800 , he composed at least twenty - five new poems . The third edition of Lyrical Bal- lads appeared in 1802 ; and during that year he wrote thirty - six new poems , many of ...
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... never contented with simply copying what he saw in Nature . Of the Evening Walk - written in his eighteenth year - he says that the plan of the poem " was not confined to a particular walk or an individual place ; a proof ( of which I ...
... never contented with simply copying what he saw in Nature . Of the Evening Walk - written in his eighteenth year - he says that the plan of the poem " was not confined to a particular walk or an individual place ; a proof ( of which I ...
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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...