The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... called thee MERRY ENGLAND , in old time To the River Greta , near Keswick To the River Derwent • In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle Nun's Well , Brigham . 184 185 186 186 187 188 To a ...
... called thee MERRY ENGLAND , in old time To the River Greta , near Keswick To the River Derwent • In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle Nun's Well , Brigham . 184 185 186 186 187 188 To a ...
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... called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden Lowther To the Earl of Lonsdale The Somnambulist To Cordelia M , Hallsteads , Ullswater Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION . Expostulation and ...
... called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden Lowther To the Earl of Lonsdale The Somnambulist To Cordelia M , Hallsteads , Ullswater Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION . Expostulation and ...
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... called the people to the place . How desolate is Rylstone hall ! This was the instant thought of all ; And if the lonely Lady there Should be , to her they cannot bear This weight of anguish and despair . So , when upon sad thoughts had ...
... called the people to the place . How desolate is Rylstone hall ! This was the instant thought of all ; And if the lonely Lady there Should be , to her they cannot bear This weight of anguish and despair . So , when upon sad thoughts had ...
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... Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this Maiden's sake , Say , Spirit ! whither hath she fled To hide her poor , afflicted head ? What mighty forest in its gloom Enfolds her ? - - is a rifted tomb Within the wilderness ...
... Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this Maiden's sake , Say , Spirit ! whither hath she fled To hide her poor , afflicted head ? What mighty forest in its gloom Enfolds her ? - - is a rifted tomb Within the wilderness ...
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... called them to repel . X. STRUGGLE OF THE BRITONS AGAINST THE BARBARIANS . RISE ! they have risen : of brave Aneurin ask How they have scourged old foes , perfidious friends : The Spirit of Caractacus descends Upon the Patriots ...
... called them to repel . X. STRUGGLE OF THE BRITONS AGAINST THE BARBARIANS . RISE ! they have risen : of brave Aneurin ask How they have scourged old foes , perfidious friends : The Spirit of Caractacus descends Upon the Patriots ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen4 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1865 |
Términos y frases comunes
Banner beauty Bees behold blest bold Bolton bowers Brancepeth breast breath bright brow calm CANUTE chantry cheer Church city of Durham clouds Creature crown dark dear divine doomed doth dread DUNOLLY CASTLE Earl of Lonsdale earth fair faith Fancy fear feeling flowers Francis lay friends gentle gleam glory grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Iona land light live look Lord meek mind morning mountain Nature's night Norton o'er peace pensive prayer repose rite river Derwent RIVER EDEN round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone sacred shade sigh sight silent smooth soft Sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit spread STAFFA stand stars stood stream sweet tears tempest thee thou thought tower TOWER of REFUGE truth Ullswater vale voice White Doe Wicliffe wild wind wings words Workington
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Página 256 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 245 - 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 231 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 232 - How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Página 234 - 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 256 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 4 - It destroys likewise magnanimity, and the raising of human nature: for take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on, when he finds himself maintained by a man; who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura: which courage is manifestly such, as that creature, without that confidence of a better nature than his own, could never attain. So man, when he resteth and assureth himself upon divine protection and favor, gathereth a force and faith, which human nature...
Página 233 - To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 319 - So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give ; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone...
Página 264 - Nor shout nor whistle strikes his ear;< — What is the creature doing here? It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps till June December's snow-; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn...