The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1William Paterson, 1882 |
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... wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with rapture more divine ; Type of the wise who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred points of heaven and home ! There is no ...
... wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with rapture more divine ; Type of the wise who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred points of heaven and home ! There is no ...
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... Woods of Rydal , " Wild Red- breast ! hadst thou at Jemima's lip , " . Sonnet , Conclusion , To Records , by the Muse's art , " 1827 1827 1827 " If these brief · 1827 1828 . 1828 . A Morning Exercise , 1828 . The Triad , 1828 . The ...
... Woods of Rydal , " Wild Red- breast ! hadst thou at Jemima's lip , " . Sonnet , Conclusion , To Records , by the Muse's art , " 1827 1827 1827 " If these brief · 1827 1828 . 1828 . A Morning Exercise , 1828 . The Triad , 1828 . The ...
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... wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ; 1 1 1836 . His wizard's course where hoary Derwent takes , Through crags , and forest glooms , and opening lakes ...
... wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ; 1 1 1836 . His wizard's course where hoary Derwent takes , Through crags , and forest glooms , and opening lakes ...
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... of that lake . + In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by woodcocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . 1793 . In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain , 1 And AN EVENING WALK . 5 10.
... of that lake . + In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by woodcocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . 1793 . In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain , 1 And AN EVENING WALK . 5 10.
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... wood - weeds between ; And its own twilight softens the whole scene , Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine On withered briars that o'er the crags recline ; 2 1 1836 . Then Quiet led me up the huddling rill , Brightening with water ...
... wood - weeds between ; And its own twilight softens the whole scene , Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine On withered briars that o'er the crags recline ; 2 1 1836 . Then Quiet led me up the huddling rill , Brightening with water ...
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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...