A Selection from the Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1865 - 279 páginas |
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... wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! XIX THE ...
... wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! XIX THE ...
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... 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 . O blessed Bird ! the earth we ...
... 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 . O blessed Bird ! the earth we ...
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... of chaste affection . How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild - wood fruits to gather , And on my True - love's forehead plant A crest of blooming heather ! And what if I enwreathed my own ! ' Twere WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 63.
... of chaste affection . How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild - wood fruits to gather , And on my True - love's forehead plant A crest of blooming heather ! And what if I enwreathed my own ! ' Twere WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 63.
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... woods And down the meadow ranging , Did meet us with unaltered face , Though we were changed and changing ; If , then , some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over , The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover ...
... woods And down the meadow ranging , Did meet us with unaltered face , Though we were changed and changing ; If , then , some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over , The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover ...
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... Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves ' Mid groves and copses . Once again I see These hedge - rows , hardly hedge - rows , little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms , 74 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
... Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves ' Mid groves and copses . Once again I see These hedge - rows , hardly hedge - rows , little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms , 74 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beatific beauty behold beneath blessed Borrowdale bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear deep delight dost doth drest dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers friends gaze gentle glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy happy days hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lycoris mind morning mountains murmur Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er passed peace pensive pleasure PLUTARCH Priest quiet rills rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees turned Twill vale voice Walter Scott wander waters wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 52 - The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 3 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Página 177 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Página 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Página 268 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Página 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Página 28 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.