The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 496 páginas |
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... turn'd away ; But ere ten yards were gone , her footsteps did she stay . Towards the lamb she look'd ; and from that shady place I , unobserved , could see the workings of her face ; If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring ...
... turn'd away ; But ere ten yards were gone , her footsteps did she stay . Towards the lamb she look'd ; and from that shady place I , unobserved , could see the workings of her face ; If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring ...
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... Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry , By pointing to a shooting star on high . When low - hung clouds each star of summer hide , And fireless are the valleys far and wide , Where the brook brawls along the public road , Dark with ...
... Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry , By pointing to a shooting star on high . When low - hung clouds each star of summer hide , And fireless are the valleys far and wide , Where the brook brawls along the public road , Dark with ...
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... turn'd that flame with gold : Behind his sail the peasant strives to shun The west , that burns like one dilated sun , Where , in a mighty crucible , expire The mountains , glowing hot , like coals of fire . -And sure there is a secret ...
... turn'd that flame with gold : Behind his sail the peasant strives to shun The west , that burns like one dilated sun , Where , in a mighty crucible , expire The mountains , glowing hot , like coals of fire . -And sure there is a secret ...
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... turn'd : we had no other aid . Like one revived , upon his neck I wept : And her whom he had loved in joy , he said He well could love in grief : his faith he kept ; And in a quiet home once more my father slept . We lived in peace and ...
... turn'd : we had no other aid . Like one revived , upon his neck I wept : And her whom he had loved in joy , he said He well could love in grief : his faith he kept ; And in a quiet home once more my father slept . We lived in peace and ...
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... turn'd adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay , where with his drowsy mates , the cock , From the cross timber of an out - house hung ...
... turn'd adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay , where with his drowsy mates , the cock , From the cross timber of an out - house hung ...
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appear'd art thou babe beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy Binnorie bird BLACK COMB bower breath bright Busk CALAIS calm cheerful child clouds cottage dark dear delight doth dwell earth face fair fear feel fields flowers gentle glad Grasmere grave green grove guardian rocks happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Laodamia light live lonely look look'd Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain Nature Nature's never night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure poor praise Protesilaus rill Rob Roy rocks round seem'd shade shepherd sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile solitude song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stone stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees truth turn'd Twas Twill vale vex'd voice Wanderer wild wind woods Yarrow youth
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Página 268 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Página 160 - 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 8 - A SIMPLE Child, 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. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 56 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 266 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 119 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 160 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Página 120 - 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.
Página 131 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 160 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.