The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1869 - 704 páginas |
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... earth ! -All cannot be the promise is too fair : For creatures doomed to breathe terrestrial air : Yet not for this will sober reason frown Upon that promise , nor the hope disown ; She knows that only from high aims ensue Rich guerdons ...
... earth ! -All cannot be the promise is too fair : For creatures doomed to breathe terrestrial air : Yet not for this will sober reason frown Upon that promise , nor the hope disown ; She knows that only from high aims ensue Rich guerdons ...
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... earth , He turns his face to heaven , Osw . Against this venerable Man ? Beg . But why so violent I'll tell you : I was saying , Sir- He has the very hardest heart on earth ; I had as lief turn to the Friar's school And knock for ...
... earth , He turns his face to heaven , Osw . Against this venerable Man ? Beg . But why so violent I'll tell you : I was saying , Sir- He has the very hardest heart on earth ; I had as lief turn to the Friar's school And knock for ...
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... earth's bounds : Therefore I bless her : when I think of Man , I bless her with sad spirit , -when of God , I bless her in the fulness of my joy ! Mar. The name of daughter in his mouth , he prays ! With nerves so steady , that the very ...
... earth's bounds : Therefore I bless her : when I think of Man , I bless her with sad spirit , -when of God , I bless her in the fulness of my joy ! Mar. The name of daughter in his mouth , he prays ! With nerves so steady , that the very ...
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... earth for sure redemption of lost peace . [ Marking MARMADUKE's countenance . Nay , you have had the worst . Ferocity Subsided in a moment , like a wind That drops down dead out of a sky it vexed . And yet I had within me evermore A ...
... earth for sure redemption of lost peace . [ Marking MARMADUKE's countenance . Nay , you have had the worst . Ferocity Subsided in a moment , like a wind That drops down dead out of a sky it vexed . And yet I had within me evermore A ...
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... earth and heaven do make one imagery ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest , Lord of ...
... earth and heaven do make one imagery ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest , Lord of ...
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aught beauty behold beneath bird blest bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds creature Cuckoo dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend Furness Abbey gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hope hour human Idon labour light living lonely look MARMADUKE mind morning mountain Muse nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet praise rapture rest rill RIVER DUDDON RIVER EDEN rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone Scotland shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep smooth song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth Twas Ulpha vale voice wandering wild wind woods words Yarrow youth
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Página 430 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Página 131 - A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Página 129 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 430 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Página 468 - Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Página 46 - 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,
Página 429 - 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 437 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Página 518 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Página 437 - That spectacle, for many days, my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being ; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.