The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... graves , ye dead ! Lie quiet in your churchyard bed ! Ye living , tend your holy cares ; Ye multitude , pursue your prayers ; And blame not me if my heart and sight Are occupied with one delight ! ' Tis a work for Sabbath hours If I ...
... graves , ye dead ! Lie quiet in your churchyard bed ! Ye living , tend your holy cares ; Ye multitude , pursue your prayers ; And blame not me if my heart and sight Are occupied with one delight ! ' Tis a work for Sabbath hours If I ...
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... grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gentle as a weary wave Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an anchored vessel's side ; Even so , without distress , doth she Lie down in peace , and lovingly . The day is placid in ...
... grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gentle as a weary wave Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an anchored vessel's side ; Even so , without distress , doth she Lie down in peace , and lovingly . The day is placid in ...
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... graves divide : As if in some respect of pride ; Or melancholy's sickly mood , Still shy of human neighborhood ; Or guilt , that humbly would express A penitential loneliness . " Look , there she is , my Child ! draw near ; She fears ...
... graves divide : As if in some respect of pride ; Or melancholy's sickly mood , Still shy of human neighborhood ; Or guilt , that humbly would express A penitential loneliness . " Look , there she is , my Child ! draw near ; She fears ...
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... . That bearded , staff - supported Sire , - Who in his boyhood often fed Full cheerily on convent bread And heard old tales by the convent fire , - And to his grave will go with scars , THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 11.
... . That bearded , staff - supported Sire , - Who in his boyhood often fed Full cheerily on convent bread And heard old tales by the convent fire , - And to his grave will go with scars , THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 11.
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William Wordsworth. - And to his grave will go with scars , Relics of long and distant wars , - That Old Man , studious to expound The spectacle , is mounting high To days of dim antiquity ; When Lady Aäliza mourned Her Son , and felt in ...
William Wordsworth. - And to his grave will go with scars , Relics of long and distant wars , - That Old Man , studious to expound The spectacle , is mounting high To days of dim antiquity ; When Lady Aäliza mourned Her Son , and felt in ...
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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...