The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... DEATH . Suggested by the View of Lancaster Castle ( on the Road from the South ) . Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die Is Death , when evil against good has fought . Not to the object specially ...
... DEATH . Suggested by the View of Lancaster Castle ( on the Road from the South ) . Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die Is Death , when evil against good has fought . Not to the object specially ...
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... death ! - But Francis , soon as he had braved That insult , and the Banner saved , Athwart the unresisting tide Of the spectators occupied In admiration or dismay , Bore instantly his Charge away . " These things , which thus had in the ...
... death ! - But Francis , soon as he had braved That insult , and the Banner saved , Athwart the unresisting tide Of the spectators occupied In admiration or dismay , Bore instantly his Charge away . " These things , which thus had in the ...
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... death - sounds of the Minster bell : That sullen stroke pronounced farewell To Marmaduke , cut off from pity ! To Ambrose that ! and then a knell For him , the sweet , half - opened Flower ! For all , all dying in one hour ! - - - Why ...
... death - sounds of the Minster bell : That sullen stroke pronounced farewell To Marmaduke , cut off from pity ! To Ambrose that ! and then a knell For him , the sweet , half - opened Flower ! For all , all dying in one hour ! - - - Why ...
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... death laid the heart bare ? Then , like a spectre sweeping by , Rushed through his mind the prophecy Of utter desolation made To Emily in the yew - tree shade : He sighed , submitting will and power To the stern embrace of that grasping ...
... death laid the heart bare ? Then , like a spectre sweeping by , Rushed through his mind the prophecy Of utter desolation made To Emily in the yew - tree shade : He sighed , submitting will and power To the stern embrace of that grasping ...
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... death had drunk their punishment , Bethought him , angry and ashamed , How Francis , with the Banner claimed As his own charge , had disappeared , By all the standers - by revered . His whole bold carriage ( which had quelled Thus far ...
... death had drunk their punishment , Bethought him , angry and ashamed , How Francis , with the Banner claimed As his own charge , had disappeared , By all the standers - by revered . His whole bold carriage ( which had quelled Thus far ...
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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...