The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen8
W. Paterson, 1886
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 24 - Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep ; For Her : who, ere her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep.
Página 309 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Página 317 - Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Página 23 - rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth : And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, " Who next will drop and disappear...
Página 9 - Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant — Bound to thy service with unceasing care, The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken...
Página 217 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.
Página 186 - So placed, to be shut out from all the world! Urn-like it was in shape, deep as an Urn; With rocks encompassed, save that to the South Was one small opening, where a heath-clad ridge Supplied a boundary less abrupt and close; A quiet treeless nook,' with two green fields, A liquid pool that glittered in the sun, And one bare Dwelling; one Abode, no more!
Página 23 - From sign to sign, its stedfast course, Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source ; The 'rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in eartli : And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Página 170 - DISCOURSE was deemed Man's noblest attribute, And written words the glory of his hand ; Then followed Printing with enlarged command For thought — dominion vast and absolute For spreading truth, and making love expand. Now prose and verse sunk into disrepute Must lacquey a dumb Art that best can suit The taste of this once-intellectual Land. A backward movement surely have we here, From manhood, — back to childhood ; for the age — Back towards caverned life's first rude career.
Página 156 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.