The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... hope , however - even after every effort has been made that perfect accuracy as to the date of each poem , in a list of between eight and nine hundred , has been finally secured . cation of all the various Readings , or variations of ...
... hope , however - even after every effort has been made that perfect accuracy as to the date of each poem , in a list of between eight and nine hundred , has been finally secured . cation of all the various Readings , or variations of ...
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... hope that a collection made to please a few , may not be unaccept- able to many others . Twelve new ones are added which were composed while the sheets were going through the press . Mount , May 21st 1838 . XXVII . • Rydal POEMS ...
... hope that a collection made to please a few , may not be unaccept- able to many others . Twelve new ones are added which were composed while the sheets were going through the press . Mount , May 21st 1838 . XXVII . • Rydal POEMS ...
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... hope may with my strong desire keep pace , " 1807 1807 . " No mortal object did these eyes behold , " 1087 1807 . " The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed , " 1807 • 1807 . Sonnet , " Beloved vale , ' I said , ' when shall I con ...
... hope may with my strong desire keep pace , " 1807 1807 . " No mortal object did these eyes behold , " 1087 1807 . " The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed , " 1807 • 1807 . Sonnet , " Beloved vale , ' I said , ' when shall I con ...
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... Hope - Night sounds - Conclusion . FAR from my dearest Friend , ' tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell , high wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ; 1 ...
... Hope - Night sounds - Conclusion . FAR from my dearest Friend , ' tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell , high wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ; 1 ...
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... hope itself was all I knew of pain ; For then , the inexperienced heart would beat2 At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , showed , Through passes yet unreached , a brighter road . Alas ...
... hope itself was all I knew of pain ; For then , the inexperienced heart would beat2 At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , showed , Through passes yet unreached , a brighter road . Alas ...
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Página 232 - 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 267 - 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 271 - And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Página 233 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 266 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Página 202 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was sister Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Página 269 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 201 - 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 232 - 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 271 - Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!