The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... sound : So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively , with downcast eyes . But now again the people raise With awful cheer a voice of praise ; It is the last , the parting song ...
... sound : So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively , with downcast eyes . But now again the people raise With awful cheer a voice of praise ; It is the last , the parting song ...
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... sound of military cheer , Faint but it reached that sheltered spot ; He heard , and it disturbed him not . There stood he , leaning on a lance Which he had grasped unknowingly , Had blindly grasped in that strong trance , That dimness ...
... sound of military cheer , Faint but it reached that sheltered spot ; He heard , and it disturbed him not . There stood he , leaning on a lance Which he had grasped unknowingly , Had blindly grasped in that strong trance , That dimness ...
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... While she the holy work pursued . " " Uplift the Standard ! " was the cry From all the listeners that stood round , " Plant it , by this we live or die . " - The Norton ceased not for that sound , But said THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 27.
... While she the holy work pursued . " " Uplift the Standard ! " was the cry From all the listeners that stood round , " Plant it , by this we live or die . " - The Norton ceased not for that sound , But said THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 27.
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William Wordsworth. The Norton ceased not for that sound , But said : " The prayer which ye have heard , Much injured Earls ! by these preferred , Is offered to the Saints , the sigh Of tens of thousands , secretly . " 66 Uplift it ...
William Wordsworth. The Norton ceased not for that sound , But said : " The prayer which ye have heard , Much injured Earls ! by these preferred , Is offered to the Saints , the sigh Of tens of thousands , secretly . " 66 Uplift it ...
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... sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day ; - The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape themselves and disappear ...
... sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day ; - The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape themselves and disappear ...
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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...