The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... once " -thus removing them from their original places in his collected works - it seems equally fitting now to rearrange them chronologically , so far as it is possible to do so . It will be immediately seen that it is not always ...
... once " -thus removing them from their original places in his collected works - it seems equally fitting now to rearrange them chronologically , so far as it is possible to do so . It will be immediately seen that it is not always ...
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. once as a sequel to the first poem , and again in its chrono- logical place - adherence to the latter plan has its obvious disadvantages in the case of these poems . With such considerations duly ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. once as a sequel to the first poem , and again in its chrono- logical place - adherence to the latter plan has its obvious disadvantages in the case of these poems . With such considerations duly ...
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... once preserve the chronological order of the readings , indicate his own preference , and leave it to others to select what they preferred . Besides , the compiler of such an edition would often find himself in doubt as to what the best ...
... once preserve the chronological order of the readings , indicate his own preference , and leave it to others to select what they preferred . Besides , the compiler of such an edition would often find himself in doubt as to what the best ...
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... pass , About and all about ! 1807 . While I am lying on the grass , Thy loud note smites my ear ! -- From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near ! 1815 . While I am lying on the grass , The loud xxii PREFACE .
... pass , About and all about ! 1807 . While I am lying on the grass , Thy loud note smites my ear ! -- From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near ! 1815 . While I am lying on the grass , The loud xxii PREFACE .
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... once far off and near . 1820 . While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . 1827 . While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to ...
... once far off and near . 1820 . While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . 1827 . While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to ...
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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!